V-day is always interesting. Last year I was in Jamaica, with a name I don't really care to mention.
Funny thing is or maybe not so funny thing is, the night before, I had a weird dream that he called me and tried to apologize/get back in my good graces.
So today, he calls me like nothing ever happened (again). Asking me how I was, blah blah blah. Then he asked me if I wanted to catch a movie or get drinks. I declined the movie and told him I'll think about drinks. A few hours later, he sends me naked photos he took of me (damn, he still has those)...so there's the answer. I knew what was on his brain. He just solidified it. He e-mailed me and asked me if I wanted to "come over".