This cartoon ----------------------------------------------------->
Yes that one right there is the summary of my life.
I have the WORST memory known to man (thanks mom... I think it's hereditary).
Poor Andy is really getting the worst end of this deal.
You know how girls complain that guys are so unromantic and forget aniversaries or first kisses or first date... and God-forbid first hand hold ?
Well... That's me in this relationship.
Andy asked me the other day about how much I loved my valentine's day present... and I couldn't even remember what it was or what we did. I really am a romance killer.
Call me a MANEATER. Well, better yet ROMANCE-EATER.
I mean what's wrong with me!!! I'm about as romantic as Scrooge. How did I become so cynical!!!
Here I'm about to get a fairy tale wedding and a perfect "once upon a time"... and I'm thinking about how I'm going to have to touch his socks!!!
I mean when he says something sweet I tell him to quit being cheesy... it's a little harsh considering we, as a woman population on average, ask and beg for them to be prince charming... and then laugh when they try.
Ok, I need to. So, to all those who read this, I'm on a new quest to try to find a romantic bone in my body. Cheers
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