Be my Vespertine

Well, it's rolled around once more. The stars are right and the squat monstrosity is fluttering forth on his vesigial wings to strike insanity into the hearts of humans.
Cupid or Cthulhu? You decide. I considered Cthupid, but that's already been done.

The thing with Valentines day is that you either really get into it, or you don't get it at all. People who like romance and suchlike spring forth from their beds with their eyes full of hearts. And then there's folks like me, for whom 'romance' means using a slightly less heavy club.
The whole idea of 'Valentines' does just feel forced - if you're going to set aside a day to demonstrate deeper feelings for people, why do it at the behest of the greetings card industry? Of course, for those as love V-day, this is blasphemy.

Instead of Valentines Day, I'd rather celebrate Vespertine's day. If you have to ask (and I did), Vespertine is a latin word for something which comes to life in the evening - and that sounds miles better than a stuffy old Valentine to me.

So...will you be my Vespertine?