I've come to realize that my love life is like a recipe for disaster.

It's got all the right ingredients: loneliness, disappointment, and a pinch of desperation.

My Valentine's Day plans usually involve a very specific type of bouquet.

A pizza box, surrounded by breadsticks.

Are you a box of chocolates?

Because you're making my heart melt, and I think I just got a little nutty for you.

What did the chocolate bar say to its crush?

I think we're mint to be together!