I'm Mr. Valentine's Day. That's because earlier this year, I noticed American Airlines offered a discounted award ticket to Europe for a mere 30,000 miles, only 5,000 more than it takes to get a regular, round-trip domestic ticket. So I booked for two to Paris.
Women love it.
And I know he's hating me as he scrambles to rethink that box of chocolates. Not all my Valentines have been so successful, though I've found you can rarely go wrong with travel. Except for that one time. I took a former girlfriend to an Elton John concert in Las Vegas and told her I loved her over a lovely Italian dinner. But the night turned out to be a disaster because, she said later through tears, I'd neglected to get her a card .