When I celebrate Valentine’s Day with my wife, I will be totally unapologetic if my mind wanders to my first crush.
Here’s the backstory. When I was four or five years old, a neighbor lady gave me a box of old Valentines. My favorite was adorned with a little girl who looked like a bee. (Think of a cuter version of the recurring Bees gag during the first season of “SNL.”)
“Honey, bee my Valentine,” she invited.
That mass-produced character was definitely my Main Squeeze, as I fell asleep clutching the card to my bosom.
Flash-forward to 2025. Wife Melissa pooh-poohs my theory of Fate being involved in our paths ever crossing, but I find significance in the fact that her name means… “honeybee.”
(Just as I find significance in the fact that Danny is a diminutive of Daniel, which means “God is my judge.” Especially since my once-lush hair has been weighed in the balance and found wanting.)
What about you? Will February 14 find you laser-focused on your current romantic relationship– or will your mind drift to the land of anxious note-passing, flirtations, brief flings, impulsive break-ups, ships passing in the night (laden with a cargo of mononucleosis), missed opportunities and unrequited love?
Yes, many of us had classmates, neighbors or co-workers who (despite our exuberant helpfulness, longing gazes and bashful stammering) never quite caught on to the fact that we were crazy about them.
Okay, maybe we dodged a bullet, and not just the “I like you as a friend” disclaimer. Mr. or Ms. Oblivious probably possessed too much cranial density to be a good life partner, anyway. (“Those mosquitoes keep swarming around the baby. I wonder if they want something?”)
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