You currently had a stalker for the past two years. You talk to him every night but he never shows his face. Don’t even know his name. Today is Valentine’s Day. “Why haven’t you gotten me anything today, I thought we were in love?” I say. He snickers and tells me to head to the living room. I get up and walk into the living room full of money roses of millions of dollars, tons of gifts and chocolate. And, a key to a McLaren. “Do you like my gift?” He says.