A few years ago, I was dating a great guy. Or so I thought. He shall remain nameless due to being an ex. But we had been having a great relationship at the time. Valentine’s Day was about to roll around. I had been dropping hints of chocolates and teddy bears and possibly some jewelry. I’m a typical woman. But all of Valentine’s Day goes by and still nothing. I had gotten him some chocolates and a card and a nice game.
At this point I was starting to get really miffed. The next thing I know, my daughter flat out asks him if he plans to get me anything because today is Valentine’s Day after all. I was mortified! Chagrined, my boyfriend goes out, saying he had been planning something all day. When he gets back he has a small box of truffles for me and he says there’s a stuffed animal in the car. I go out, hoping maybe he splurged and got me one of the big teddy bears so that I could cuddle with it when he’s not around.
To my shock, instead of a teddy bear, there’s a brightly colored, stuffed fish in the seat! He walks up and says “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby! Do you like it?” Of course I had to force a smile and say yes. A few days later, I found it in pieces. Apparently my dog thought the same thing that I did about the stuffed fish. What a horrible gift but it’s the thought that counts, right?