Misheru

Today is Valentine’s Day, and the world ’round men are out buying cheesy white teddy bears with red hearts for their sweethearts, along with a box of chocolates and a half dozen red roses. It’s a rule.

Honestly.

Actually, today I remembered one of the boons of having a highly-sought-after roommate in college.

LeeAnn and I were opposites; she wore high heels and figure-flattering pantsuits, and I wore t-shirts over henley tops with worn-out jeans and birkenstocks. She liked country music, and I wasn’t sure what I liked but country was low on my list.

We would go dancing, and she would dance, while I played the role of the audience. Nevertheless, we had a reasonable partnership, particularly on holidays like Valentine’s Day, because of one simple thing: LeeAnn, for whatever reason, does not like chocolate. Men bought her chocolate, usually with roses and a teddy bear, for no apparent reason — it was the summer soltice, perhaps, or possibly because it rained on Thursday? I never knew. more »