It’s barely a quarter way into the new year and I am almost giving up.

Men, with all kinds of toys, walk in and out
religiously. Seeing the kind of devotion they have all what I can think of is
the dedication they are putting to this whole Valentines’ Day business(the only
day in a year men wear lingerie, bikinis and brassieres).
As much as I sneer at the insincerity of the love
declared on this day(while the rest of the year is passionate loath and detest)
I silently pray I get a dude to do that for me. In fact, I would
detective-trail and watch him grappling with what size is my lingerie(only turn
the present down – I’d rather he get me flowers).
I have come here to get myself girls’ stuff(it’s that
time of the month the evil witch – that all women detest – comes calling. The cramps
are almost killing me).
As I head to the right shelf I spot this drop dead
gorgeous guy who’s not oh so into the reds section. I second guess that he’s
either a rogue bachelor or an available husband from the air he has put.
At first I don’t decide to collect my jaw from his feet,
but when I find myself gathering the courage my mind is a mumbo jumbo of voices
inside me. The loudest of all is that which says, ‘Girl, your desperation is
driving you crazy.’
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