I've always been the tall girl. You know, that one girl who is taller than all of the boys in second grade, who towers awkwardly over all her adorably petite friends. The girl who doesn't dance (well, not in public) because she's too darn awkward and her limbs would be all over the place.
Yeah. That's me.
Because I was taller than all the guys until ninth grade, I never had a Valentine. Okay, lies. In seventh grade, this obnoxious guy asked me to be his Valentine (seven times, I believe); I said no because he was icky. But I digress. I've never had a Valentine. I'm not really the kind of girl that all the guys just go crazy for. That would be my short friends. But I'm not bitter. No... I'm just the sarcastic, blunt, honest, ridiculously funny, albeit tall girl who all the guys find to be a friend. And now, even when I'm now shorter than all my guy friends... I still don't have a Valentine.
Granted, I'm not bitter. I'm not angry. And I'm not upset. I mean, what does someone's Valentine do? Call them? Go out to dinner with them? Go rollerskating? Eat cookies? Watch movies together? Honestly, I do not know.
Now, that said, if a certain someone were to ask me to be his Valentine, I would gladly accept, no questions asked. Who, you may ask, is this "certain someone"? No, it's not Logan Lerman (good Lord, if I did know him...), nor is it Nick Hoult (although I do indeed adore him). Okay, fine, it isn't my new Canadian obsession, Fraser Walters, either (and if you haven't heard him sing, you're seriously missing out. He's gorgeous and he can sing like an angel).
My special someone has, quite possibly, the nerdiest name ever. But it's adorable. And he's got a twin, albeit a fraternal twin, but I think he's the cuter one, to tell you the truth. He's got this big brown eyes, blonde hair, and, gosh, he's tall, too. He does swim and dive for the school team. He's a year older than me, but he's in my Physics class and has Calculus the period after me-- I swear, I'm not a stalker. The only other first year Calc class besides my fourth period class is fifth period. Oh, and, come to think of it, I'm pretty sure he was in my Pre-Calc class year. Might have sat in front of me (wow, go me... way to be observant).
Oh. And his name is Doug.
I plan on spending my Valentine's day in Seattle, because I want to go shopping. I need a new skirt. But, basically, I don't plan on doing anything cutesy and romantic for my Valentine's Day because, as mentioned before, I don't have anyone to spend my Valentine's Day with and it's never really been my favorite holiday. Granted, my experience last year wasn't amazing-- my dog died the day before. Needless to say, it wasn't a great day. I spent the better half of the morning with my brother, playing with his Legos, trying to avoid thinking about it.
I'm honestly not sure what I've been trying to say here, quite frankly.
But yeah. I'm not big on Valentine's Day.
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