Oh, geez! I didn’t get a candy bar from a boss, but I had LONG forgotten that my first Valentine’s gift from my, like, 4th-grade beau was a half-eaten nasty box of unidentifiable candy. It wasn’t even chocolate. And it had been previously opened.

I mean he was about 10, so I’ll cut him some slack. Hopefully, he outgrew that kind of decision making and isn’t on your list of “5 people!”

Nonetheless, clearly that was a sign of my future dating debacles! No wonder my dating bar is typically so low.

I’m chuckling over here — even for me, that’s a random tale to share, but memory works in mysterious ways.

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