Ah Valentines Day. The day when men pay attention to their women, who they've neglected the other 364 days of the year. More importantly, it is one month until the man's version of Valentines Day, Steak and BJ Day. If you're unfamiliar with Steak and BJ Day, it's probably because you have a significant other. It's also self-explanitory.
On VDay, don't buy your woman some stupid Russel Stover chocolates and red roses. Find out what her favorite flowers are and what her favorite chocolate is. Get those instead. This requires reconnaissance, but it's worth it. If she likes lilies tell her to pick a new favorite flower. Don't be a bitch on VDay basically. Get her what she'll love, not what she'll like. Me and JJ are celebrating Valentines Day the old Russian way with a sack, chloroform, and potatoes.
If you're a total pussball, make her dinner, or buy her a really expensive one. Put on some sexy-ass music like Sinatra and Count Basie at the Sands, John Coltrane's Love Supreme, or some R&B. You could even dance after dinner. If you dance, twirl her. Bitches love to twirl.
The whole point of VDay is to build up the suspense for the inevitable bedroom romp. The more intimate you can make the day/evening without being physical, especially if you're in public, the better the suspense. And as always, try to leave her satisfied and wanting more.