Mayn. It's Valentine's Day.

I have no idea what to say.

I guess I could write about how in fifth grade I mustered up all my courage and gave my crush a "Be Mine" valentine instead of a generic "Happy Day" one.

He laughed.

(Y'all, it's not that tragic.)

Or I could tell you the story of how in 4th grade this sweet boy who lived down the street from me sent me a secret admirer letter. But he got his older sister to write it and spray it with perfume (to throw me off, you know) so that when he "found" it next to my desk I was adamant that the note was for this boy Jim, who sat next to me. I mean obviously! The note was written in girly handwriting. Duh.

So later that day in the library, John broke down and told me it was from him and that he looooved me. He followed me home from school ALL year. He'd ride his bike and stay a consistent 20 feet behind me or so. I'd stand in my driveway and yell at him to go home.

He came out of the closet in college.

Or I could write about my college boyfriend and how he gave me three long stemmed roses on February 14th because at that point we'd been dating three months.

My mom threw them out last week.

Or really would could just cut the small talk and y'all could go read my guest entry on Mike's site.

Yeah.

Happy Wednesday.