I have fully embraced the fact that I will not graduate with an engagement ring on my finger.
I'm fine with that.
I'm also comfortable with the fact that only two guys have ever expressed romantic interest in me over the past four years, that I have never in my life been on a proper date, and that this is not the first or second or third post about this subject.
Last year around this time, I wrote a post about how I never talk about Valentine's Day. I wrote about how much I dislike chick flicks and the idea of "love" that they present.
I stand by what I wrote then.
This post expands upon the last paragraph of that one. The part that lists a few things that I would really appreciate from the "Someone" I wanted to be my Valentine. To be honest, I'm not sure I even remember who that was.
I just really like gifts. Receiving a gift that I've talked about in a blog post is a dream of mine. That sounds so lame, but it's true. When people tell me that they enjoyed reading a recent post, it immediately improves my day. I don't just write these things for my own benefit. Even if it's just a challenge to you to be more open with people, I write to be read.
Let's be honest, I have never been the best Valentine. When I was in seventh grade, the guy who was my boyfriend gave me a box (covered in duct tape with inside jokes written on it) filled with various kinds of candy. It was awesome. I didn't give him anything.
In eighth grade, my Valentine gave me a bag of chocolate hearts. I didn't give him anything.
I don't like giving obligatory gifts. I will gladly bake something for your birthday if you want me to. But I would rather surprise you three months later with something I know you will appreciate or find amusing. Like a package of gumballs or a Justin Bieber singing toothbrush.
But, in case you have ever wondered, here are a few things that I would make me feel loved right now.
I will not be disappointed if I don't get any of these things. I am an adult and I have other ways to feel fulfilled. I'll go bake 200 cookies and give them to people.
But I've been told that there must be a bunch of guys who have their eyes on me (though I have no idea who they might be). This is your chance. I'm not as intimidating as I might seem. Seriously. I'm usually either trying to be funny or trying not to embarrass myself.
This entire post is the result of wishing someone would clean off my car so I wouldn't have to.
I'm fine with that.
I'm also comfortable with the fact that only two guys have ever expressed romantic interest in me over the past four years, that I have never in my life been on a proper date, and that this is not the first or second or third post about this subject.
Last year around this time, I wrote a post about how I never talk about Valentine's Day. I wrote about how much I dislike chick flicks and the idea of "love" that they present.
I stand by what I wrote then.
This post expands upon the last paragraph of that one. The part that lists a few things that I would really appreciate from the "Someone" I wanted to be my Valentine. To be honest, I'm not sure I even remember who that was.
I just really like gifts. Receiving a gift that I've talked about in a blog post is a dream of mine. That sounds so lame, but it's true. When people tell me that they enjoyed reading a recent post, it immediately improves my day. I don't just write these things for my own benefit. Even if it's just a challenge to you to be more open with people, I write to be read.
Let's be honest, I have never been the best Valentine. When I was in seventh grade, the guy who was my boyfriend gave me a box (covered in duct tape with inside jokes written on it) filled with various kinds of candy. It was awesome. I didn't give him anything.
In eighth grade, my Valentine gave me a bag of chocolate hearts. I didn't give him anything.
I don't like giving obligatory gifts. I will gladly bake something for your birthday if you want me to. But I would rather surprise you three months later with something I know you will appreciate or find amusing. Like a package of gumballs or a Justin Bieber singing toothbrush.
But, in case you have ever wondered, here are a few things that I would make me feel loved right now.
-Flowers. I have made it no secret that flowers are my love language. They just make me smile.
-If I walked outside tomorrow morning (at 6:55, because we have a Music Ministry Team performance at Beulah Missionary and are loading the trailer/vans at 7) to find that the snow had been cleared from my car, I would probably cry. Of course, the tears would freeze on my face and I would have to fix my makeup, but it would be worth it. (My car, a grey Impala, is parked in the Lodge/Shupe lot to the right of the car with the Chastity bumper sticker. That is my roommate's car.)
-White v-neck Hanes undershirts, size Small. I paint them. But I haven't had any new ones in a long time. I miss painting.
-Sushi. Specifically the Dynamite Roll from Soho Japanese Bistro in Granger. It is my absolute favorite food.
-"Stranger Than Fiction" on DVD. It is one of three Will Farrell movies that I actually enjoy watching, and I never get tired of it. (The others are "Elf" and "Megamind," in case you were wondering.)
I will not be disappointed if I don't get any of these things. I am an adult and I have other ways to feel fulfilled. I'll go bake 200 cookies and give them to people.
But I've been told that there must be a bunch of guys who have their eyes on me (though I have no idea who they might be). This is your chance. I'm not as intimidating as I might seem. Seriously. I'm usually either trying to be funny or trying not to embarrass myself.
This entire post is the result of wishing someone would clean off my car so I wouldn't have to.
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