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KirStang,
You do realize that I'm going to call you Kitto at the range now, right? Heh, just kidding.
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Basically: Valentine's Day is a commerical suckerpunch to the scrotum.
Yeah, it turns out that I'm horrible at buying girls gifts. I openly admit it. I do the Photoshop collage 'o memories print out and some fancy lingerie. I did the A-frame cabin in the mountains once but she didn't appreciate it because she said the water smelled funny.
I would rather do things than give things. My favorite Valentine's Day activity involved snowshoes in 3' of fluffy powder for a few hours followed by hot-hot blanket wrestling to thaw out.
Sellout: It seems most of my previous partners (last four, anyway) would prefer the same old commercialized flowers, card, and chocolates routine. Ya know, since my genuine heart-felt emotions are worthless to my companions.
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...because I don't have any.
Last edited by Plan9; 02-02-2009 at 07:30 PM..
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