It’s Valentine’s weekend, and as anyone who knows, I’ve been single for the better part of the last four years. I’ve been on fewer dates than I have fingers in that time, but for the most part, I’ve been fairly indifferent to the concept of romance in my life.
Sure, I get ronery every now and then, but the feeling usually is gone by the next day, or when the next shiny distraction takes my mind off the feelings. But the fact of the matter is that no matter how chauvinistic, tough, or invincible I may act from time to time, there’s still a great big softy behind the asshole-ish exterior I stand behind a lot of the time.
So in the loose spirit of a commercialized occasion, I’ll share a little bit of softy stuff, just to prove that I’m capable of acting human from time to time.
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