by WenQi
I had to, it was too hilarious.
Here we go: I’m bracing myself for the onslaught of hate email calling me out for being all bitter and jaded and whatnot…but there is a plain and simple truth I must share on this most glorious of puke-inspiring love-infested days.
I fucking hate Valentine’s Day.
And here’s the reason: The one and only time in my life I was proposed to, it just happened to be Valentine’s Day.
(And yeah, I hate the dangling preposition before the comma in that last sentence. But what’s the alternative? “The one and only time in my life someone to me proposed?” “The one and only time in my life on which I was proposed…to?” Ugh…)
Anyhow, back to the point. One day. One proposal. One future brick yet to be born. One future ex.
And the fake proposal offered in the dairy aisle of the neighborhood grocery store with the fake wedding…
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