It’s Valentine’s Day, or thereabouts.

It has complicated the matter by falling on a Sunday this year. What fun is getting flowers on a Sunday?

The closer we get to the last possible hour, the more we will see men standing bewildered in the greeting card aisle. We always look lost on Mother’s Day and Valentine’s Day, don’t we? This is not generally our part of the store.

I could go and look up the origins of the holiday, but it seems pointless. It is ostensibly a day to celebrate love, and not just any love, but romantic love and the state of being “in love.”

How you enjoy the day depends on your individual situation. It’s a day for hopeless blind dates, for burning painful photos, for shoveling in “Chunky Monkey” while watching “Bridget Jones’ Diary,” for posting your wedding photos on Facebook (you know who you are!).

My wife and I recently sat through what we thought was supposed to be a romantic comedy. Sometimes as a married guy, I have to sit through movies along those lines. Usually, you hope for something light and funny.

But on this particular evening, we weren’t watching something fun like “Say Anything.”

The movie we watched was  “(500) Days of Summer” with Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt (he’s a grownup now!).

The movie is well made in a lot of ways. It’s filmed beautifully and the actors do a good job. The story shows us, in no particular order, 500 days in a relationship between a young man and woman. They meet, they date, they break up, they hurt each other. The question is, do they fall in love?

The movie itself seems to be doubtful of the concept.

It’s summed up by our two heroes in this patch of dialogue:

“Tom: What happens when you fall in love?

“Summer: You believe in that?

“Tom: It’s love, it’s not Santa Claus.”

So both love and Santa Claus have taken a hit here.

The movie left me feeling depressed, which is not the desired effect of a comedy. It also annoyed me with its dispatches from clever-clever land. It would have been more romantic just to watch the Arnold movie I wanted. There was an implied love subplot in “Commando.” Come on!

There’s another movie called “Paper Heart” out there now. I haven’t seen it, but I saw a preview. It’s apparently only a movie in the academic sense of the word, in that it can be played before audiences in a theater. It is part fiction, part documentary, whatever that means. All I know is I’ve seen the preview where this 20-something young person Charlyne Yi explains that she doesn’t really believe in love, so she’s doing a documentary to find out more about the phenomenon.

I had someone explain to me recently how ridiculous it is to believe that there is just one special person out there for everybody. People get together because they’re almost 30 and want to have children. So and so’s not really special, but has a good job and nice family. It could work. Spock’s logic dictates that the socioeconomic factors would make this given couple a compatible match. And if it doesn’t work out, there are plenty of other fish in the sea.

This discussion got me thinking of a new line of Valentine’s Day cards. On the cover, you would see a photo showing the silhouettes of a couple holding hands on a tropical beach at sunset.

Inside it says, “I’m glad I settled for you.”

And those who aren’t infected with a malignant cynicism are at the opposite extreme.

“After my wedding in the ancient cathedral where the march was heralded by 45 trumpet players doing Pachelbel’s Canon, the 400 guests and 19 bridesmaids and eight maids a milking, watched as we boarded our pumpkin-shaped carriage in a rain of white rose petals and went off to our happily ever after. Then the next day, I woke up and introduced myself to my new mate.”

You do have your moments of true beauty in this world. I’m thinking here of “The Bachelor.” The way a guy in a mansion can date 30 women at the same time, slowly eliminating a few each week and giving roses to the ones he’d like to hang on to, it just really chokes me up.

When Christine and I got engaged 14 years ago, we didn’t have a plan. We weren’t almost 30. We didn’t have any money socked away. We didn’t even know where we were going to live.

All we had was a feeling that Valentine’s Day cards can’t really express.