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care of. Once again, I said good-bye and headed toward the door. Once again, you asked me to wait a moment.
    At that point, I began to get a bit confused. My next assignment was clear across town. I was pressed for time, so I told you I really had to go. That’s when you started talking real fast, trying to fill me in on the whole sordid story before I disappeared out of your life for good.
    You explained how Shannon, the woman who sent the telegram, was your ex-girlfriend whom you recently discovered cheating with a close friend, how you had made no bones about telling her it was over and done with, and yet she was being persistent in trying to get you back.
    As interesting as the whole thing was, I was wondering what any of it had to do with me, so I asked. “What does that have to do with me?” That’s when you told me how cute youthought I was, asked me was I involved with anyone, and when I replied with “No one special,” you asked me out on a Valentine’s date later in the evening.
    I started making up excuses on top of excuses at first, telling you how much studying I needed to do, how tired I would probably be after working all day, and so on. It turned out Shannon was not the only persistent one. You kept on me until I committed myself to the date.
    I wrote down my address and phone number and hurried out. You yelled behind me, letting me know you would be there to pick me up about eight. As I got in the elevator, I had the biggest blush on my face. You were so sexy, and I was so excited. I had been depressed about spending Valentine’s Day alone. In the span of a few minutes, all that had changed.
    The rest of the afternoon passed by swiftly. Time always flies when you’re running around like a chicken with your head cut off. I was beat after spending the whole day hopping on and off subway trains. It was the fastest way to get from place to place and not have to worry about parking. People on the subway trains had gotten a big kick out of seeing me dressed up like a heart, with the exception of this one little bratty kid who kicked me in my leg and then ran away before I could stuff a tap shoe up his ass.
    I got back to my dormitory room, totally exhausted, but I had no intention of breaking the date with your sexy ass. I took a long, hot shower that helped refresh my aching bones, took the red ribbons out of my hair, and transformed myself into a sexual diva by the time you arrived to pick me up.
    When you pulled up in your black Jag, I was anxiously waiting for you in the community room of the dorm. It took every inch of willpower in my body to keep myself from bum-rushing you at the door. Instead, I let one of my dorm sistersanswer the door when you rang the bell and pretended like I wasn’t pressed. She showed you to the community room, where you handed me a dozen long-stemmed red roses, a box of candy, and a teddy bear holding a little red pillow that had Be My Valentine embroidered on it.
    I was extremely impressed you would shower me with so many gifts, having just met me that afternoon. I told you how much I appreciated the gifts. I asked my dorm sister to put the roses in a vase for me and take them, along with the other items, up to my room. The look on your face told me how pleased you were at the new me. Instead of being cute, as you described in your office, I was a hottie in a red spandex above-the-knee dress and red high-heeled pumps.
    We drove downtown, and you surprised me with a horse-and-buggy carriage ride through Central Park. It was so romantic. I can’t ever remember a man treating me with such a special evening. Little did I realize, the night was far from over.
    We spent the entire carriage ride getting to know each other better. I told you all about growing up on a farm down South, while you shared your NYC upbringing with me. It was obvious we came from completely different backgrounds, but we got along like old military buddies.
    After the