I know what you are expecting. You are expecting me to rage against the darkest, most evil of all holidays…
President’s Day.
Kidding. Clearly, I am referring to Valentine’s Day. You know—the one that is constantly inspiring insipid commercials about releasing your inner cupid.
Every year in my "single" history, I’ve battled the holiday by sending out kiddie valentines to my single friends (and some not single, but in the spirit). Snoopy, Barbie, Nemo, Scooby—the gang was all there. Alas, it didn’t happen this year. So, to the people who used to get them and don’t receive them this year, it’s not because I hate you. Well, I do, of course, but that’s not why you didn’t get a valentine. I just didn’t have it in me.
This year, I’m going to do something different. I am going to share a good Valentine’s Day memory. Hey, it’s not that shocking. There was bound to be at least one.
It started like any other Valentine’s Day: I was avoiding it. I had a boyfriend. I actually liked him. Those two things didn’t always go together. I told him right off the bat that he better not do anything for Valentine’s Day. I was having none of that sappy, over-commercialized, Hallmark-holidayness.
He took me at my word. Hmph. He didn’t mention it. I saw him in class, and we had dinner in the dining hall. Hmph. Well, he could have put a little effort into convincing me that it wasn’t Satan’s own holiday. But it was good. He respected me enough to honor my opinion. Sure. Fine. Whatever.
I went to bed completely satisfied that I had gotten what I wanted. Yep. Lucky, lucky me.
At 12:01 am on February 15th, he snuck into my room and woke me up. He had roses and a smile.
And I just knew I was in very big trouble.
Thinking about this now, I’m sorely tempted to leave my apartment door unlocked this year. LA is safe, right?
Kate
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I think that is probably the sweetest story I've ever heard! And I KNEW it when I checked the mail yesterday that you hated me. hee!
LOL!! Nothing like finding out on a blog, eh?
I think we are all still allowed to embrace chocolate tomorrow even if we aren't celebrating Satan's own holiday, right?
Hey, want to hear something funny? So "Big Brother" started their winter edition last night (awesome recap up on twop, btw), and the twist this season is that each houseguest is paired with another houseguest based on some BS compatibility test the producers gave, so supposedly they're playing in teams of "soulmates" (or, you know, as close as they could come considering they couldn't pull from the whole world but a slightly smaller pool of reality show contestant wannabes). Anyway, they have to sleep together, play together, vote together, and get evicted together. The funny thing is that two of the houseguests actually are a couple outside of the house... but they're paired up with other people. So it's like that HIMYM episode where Ted goes to the dentist or opthamalogist or whoever because she's the highest on his compatibility profile, but she's already engaged: does this couple stay together or do they realize that maybe they're not quite as perfect for each other as they once thought?
When you said "guy-Kate" that's what I immediately thought of. So if you ever feel badly about how much television you watch, always know: my addiction is worse.
OMG, mulder is still hotter than hell!
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