Twenty years now and no real valentine. I’m not complaining.
My dad is and always has been my valentine, with the exception of the year I
was in Berkeley: Not going to lie
that was kind of disappointing. Anyways, I have always been satisfied with the card
and candy or stuffed animal that my dad left for me at the kitchen table.
My Junior year of high school I was working on a charity
event after school and my crush of multiple years just so happened to ask me
who my valentine was. I kind of sheepishly answered, “my
dad.” He burst into chuckles and started telling a buddy of his how funny it
was that this girl had her dad as a valentine.
So guys, if you aren’t going to go out of your way to make
tomorrow special for a girl, at the very least don’t do something to make this
celebration of love any worse for her.
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