Ah..
...To say I have no need for most people would be putting it mildly. Humanity, I despair. If you as a whole find 'holidays' like Valentine's Day justifiable, I weep for you. I'm already seeing decorations. They burn my eyes. I have no need of them, single or otherwise.
From this moment forth, romantic companionship is as nothing to me. I have my cats. I don't need adherent, desperate or clingy man-children as in the past. Real men, the sort that stick with me through thick and thin and don't change their minds about whether they love me based on the color socks I'm wearing or anything as equally stupid, are welcome. The rest of you can die in a corner alone.
Man-children, hell has a special place for you. People like you have screwed up my sense of what being in love is like, and for my friends as well.
Bastards.