This year, I said to Handsome to not buy me anything. No chocolate as I have found myself eating way too much (am now on week four of not having eaten any). No flowers. No fancy meal. Instead, I wanted to walk as we always do on a Sunday with the Adora-poos and stop at the donut shop.
Have I said how much I love donuts?
I really do and especially the buttermilk cake ones. But unless I go buy them (which I don't because I'd eat mass quantities), I don't get them. Handsome will on occasion; however, he gets plain ol' glaze. Don't get me wrong--nothing wrong with glazed donuts. I just love buttermilk cake more.
As a single girl, even though I dated, I didn't get many Valentine's gifts. I'm thinking it is because those guys thought they felt a gift meant commitment.
I did get something unexpected once. In fact, so unforgettable, I wrote a story around it. The rain was drizzly. I exited my car and trotted toward my apartment, noting something white stuck in the door frame. That seemed odd. Once there, I found a note, in fact, a Dear John letter.
I was livid. How dare some moron write a girl a Dear John letter on Valentine's Day? And the more I thought, the angrier I became. If he did it to me, he'd do it to someone else. On behalf of all women in America, I was NOT going to let that happen.
I phoned him. Multiples times. He didn't answer which was probably smart on his part.
A girlfriend popped by and when I showed and told what happened, she stuck out her hand and said, "Give it to me. I need matches, too." I followed directions well and gave them to her.
She went to the fireplace and touched the flame to the paper. Then she sang, "Feelings."
I died laughing. "Nothing more than..."
So THANK YOU to the Valentine moron. You gave me laughs, a great story to remember, and write about.
Sometimes, the littlest Valentine from our honey is really what we want.
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