Yes, it’s that time of year again, when you’re either despicably sweet and romantic about the prospect of Valentine’s Day, or panicking more than a virgin twink stumbling into a sex dungeon full of muscle daddies brandishing foot-long dildos. Which are you? I used to be the panicking type until I discovered that the secret to getting through this holiday is to ignore all those heart-adorned adverts telling you what you should be doing, and pay more attention to being who you actually are. In my case, I’m less “hopeless romantic spending months developing intricate scavenger hunts” (damn you Neil Patrick ...