It's probably a little too early to be talking about Valentine's Day, but there is a dream that resides inside the heart of every single girl. It is a fantasy that is nourished from one year of solitude to the next, and every single girl has it because I have talked to all of the single girls I know and we all agree.

The scenario begins, of course, on none other than Valentine's Day. At first, the outcome looks bleak. There are no flowers on her dresser or cards in the mailbox and the girl begins to lose hope. She takes a hot shower to calm herself, and as she is towel drying her hair, there is a gentle knock on the door. She answers in her robe, looking vulnerable yet beautiful at the same time. There he is, the man she has been lusting after/in love with for years/sitting next to psychology for the past semester with a dozen of the most beautiful roses and a box of the sweetest chocolate. Her mouth drops open, and with sparkling eyes he confesses his undying passionate love for her and she tells him she is speechless and they cling to each other in a balls out embrace for all to see.

Not like this ever happens, but it never hurts to dream.