The Other Valentines Day I forgot to Forget (2 of 3)

Father: "So...what are you doing this weekend?"
Son: "Uh...not too much, I don't know...*insert sarcasm* It's Valentines Day. I'll find a girl"
Father: "Ha! ha!...good...find an Asian Girl."

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Well....at least this time he didn't say Filipino. I can't fault him for wishing I marry an Asian woman. It's the way he was brought up. However, I say nothing is certain...all the ladies are fair game in my book. Unfortunately, the more pressure I get from the parents to go Asian...the less likely that will happen. That's the way it goes. Okay...story time.

The Year: 1996. Junior year in High school. Instead of merely liking girls, you get to actually date them...and that meant good things. However, at the age of sixteen, you lack understanding, maturity, and knowing the time and place for humor. At the time I was dating a girl full of sarcasm and smart-ass remarks. Some of it rubbed off on me and I tended to dish it out left and right. In the right settings, I felt that my brand of comedy knew no limits. Anyway, I was at the same high school, and yes..it was carnation week (see Wednesday). So I dropped my dollar and sat down with my buddies to write the card. We tossed out a few jokes, and I came up with: "Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...You're not getting any roses because they're too damn expensive." It made me laugh. It made my friends laugh. I said I'd really do it. They said: "yeah dude." Uh...you can probably predict where this is going. I figure I'd get at least a laugh...well...it turns out nobody found the humor in that one. Damn.

Ladies = 2, Me = -5.

Oh yeah:

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