Be my valentine?
Few nights kept me up as a kid like the night before valentines, I was not a popular kid in school (go figure) and longed to be popular so this was a very crucial night in my hopefully soon to be social life. A lot of work went into my cards. I ha to organize them by gender as much as I could, then by how much I wanted to be friends with them.
The hard part would be when you get down to four or five people who would probably get cards that did not fit at all, especially when your class ratio was more than 50% boys. Then you had to give a boy the least girly card you could afford to give. So many sleepless nights wondering if I give this guy a girly card, is he going to lose it and beat me up after school?
Then there was my bag that I had to decorate, mine was always recognizable by my utter lack of craft making was the one that reeked of Elmer’s glue and anorexic looking hearts. After everyone got to hand out a card in a bag like your voting for popularity in the worst ran election possible, you took your bag to your desk and analyzed your haul, and got to read between the lines what your classmates thought of you.
No card was as damning as the “stay sweet” card that means you were a social leper and no one knew anything about you. It might as well read as “stay away”. All that work and nothing really gained, such as it is with love.