I am your typical Valentine’s Day hater.

Back in my single days, I would bury myself in bed and not want to make eye contact with anyone in the outside world to avoid the flurry of red roses, candy hearts & general vomit-inducing behavior. Later, when I was in a relationship, I took to jumping on a plane and just fleeing the whole state entirely with my boyfriend to avoid the above. And now, married, my husband & I take to just cooking intimate dinners at home & watching one of our Netflix rentals to yet again, avoid the above. I’m sure you get the point. I do not subscribe to Valentine’s Day and all its little gimmicks. You cannot fool me, Hallmark. I am on to you.

However, this year my husband decided to throw a complete curve ball at me and state that he has a surprise for me Saturday night. So surprise, in fact, that I will be blindfolded to our location. And I can’t help but smile. Or obsess.

See, I love surprises a lot, but I drive myself completely insane until I discover what said surprise is. And this one has me stumped. My hints? Here you go:

1. You can eat there, but it’s not a restaurant.

2. It is grouped as one of my many fandoms.

3.Not a lot of people will be at this location on Valentine’s Day.

4. This would be the worst idea with anyone else, but absolutely perfect for me.

What could this be? At first I thought it was a concert or some sort of performance, but I bring my A game to Ticketmaster. I know who is coming and who is not. There is no way that a band I love is coming to town on Saturday and I don’t know about it. Impossible. But what else? What is this elusive surprise?

Although I have a no clue, I can say for certain that I have the best husband. Afterall, he’s managed quite the feat: I am now excited (for the first time in my life) for Valentine’s Day.