International Month of K
I officially decree this month to be the International Month of K. This doesn’t mean too much to the average person, but to me, it means a great deal. K and I have been together for six years this Sunday, and each of those years has been filled with a different set of emotions, but always joy and love.
Anyway, six years ago, in my youthful desire to “stick it to the man”, I declared February 10th as the International Day of K, which K thought was cute. I bought her a pair of socks from The Gap that year. Little did I realise that is it impossible to replace Valentine’s Day with some random holiday of my invention, no matter how thoughtful it was because of the trap. The Valentine’s trap goes like this:
Girl: Where’s my Valentine’s Day present?
Guy: What do you mean? I got you something for the International Day of XXX just four days ago. I invented a day just for you.
Girl: So what, I’m not your sweetheart?
Guy: Of course, but Valentine’s is a corporate sham meant to sell roses and cheep boxes of chocolate.
Girl: So what, I’m not worth roses?
…and so on into the vortex of female logic that somehow escapes us guys.
As you can see, it is important to take every chance you get to let your girl know how much you appreciate her putting up with your bodily noises, bad habits, and body odour, and K does a lot of putting up with me. In that spirit, this entire month will be dedicated to her. I will be giving her a present every day (thankfully, it is February!). This blog will also be a hub for updates about the past day’s presents and a forum for me to tell sappy or poignant stories about K and I and our wonderful history.
So stay tuned!
And K, get ready.
Anyway, six years ago, in my youthful desire to “stick it to the man”, I declared February 10th as the International Day of K, which K thought was cute. I bought her a pair of socks from The Gap that year. Little did I realise that is it impossible to replace Valentine’s Day with some random holiday of my invention, no matter how thoughtful it was because of the trap. The Valentine’s trap goes like this:
Girl: Where’s my Valentine’s Day present?
Guy: What do you mean? I got you something for the International Day of XXX just four days ago. I invented a day just for you.
Girl: So what, I’m not your sweetheart?
Guy: Of course, but Valentine’s is a corporate sham meant to sell roses and cheep boxes of chocolate.
Girl: So what, I’m not worth roses?
…and so on into the vortex of female logic that somehow escapes us guys.
As you can see, it is important to take every chance you get to let your girl know how much you appreciate her putting up with your bodily noises, bad habits, and body odour, and K does a lot of putting up with me. In that spirit, this entire month will be dedicated to her. I will be giving her a present every day (thankfully, it is February!). This blog will also be a hub for updates about the past day’s presents and a forum for me to tell sappy or poignant stories about K and I and our wonderful history.
So stay tuned!
And K, get ready.
