
I used to fantasize about Valentine's Day, dreaming up lavish scenes of decadent romance that my lovers would plan. Plane trips to Paris. Kissing from the top of the Eiffel Tower. Picnics on the beach with real china and candles and a bonfire to boot. Buggy rides in Central Park.
You know, the stuff they do in romantic comedies.
My poor boyfriends didn't stand a chance.
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Published on February 13, 2012 09:04