"Dutty Love" for Valentines Day

Valentine's Day makes me twitch.  Seriously, my friend dragged me with her to help find the perfect card for her new boyfriend and I almost gagged from the gushing sweetness.  She then proceeded to tease me about this guy I like, singing "I'll make love to you, like you want me too..." (Boys 2 Men).  Ugh.  It will never happen.  I will be alone forever - the antithesis of mushy, gooey, lovey-doveyness.

Still, in grudging observance of Valentine's Day, here is a personal little ditty remembering someone special. A little Anti-Valentine.



"Dutty Love" by Don Omar ft. Natti Natasha...I have a love/hate relationship with this song, because it reminds me of you, Lauro Jose.  My brief, summer/fall love, you are remembered with a salty sweetness.

You called yourself a Chicano - American born Mexican - and I loved your accent, which you very adorably denied having.  When I said your name the first time, you did a double-take and said it touched you, because that's the way your mother says it.  Therefore, you wanted to keep me for yourself because no one else could pronounce your name correctly.  Go Spanish lessons!

There are no pictures of us, because you deleted the one and only picture we took together.  You claimed that it made you look like an alien.  To be honest, it kind of did make you look like an alien, but everyone knows that pictures can lie.  (Unless you really were an alien...hmm)

Then there are the lovely memories of the time you tried to teach me Tejano style dancing in the parking lot.  I secretly enjoyed when you held me close and led the dance.  Well, maybe it wasn't a secret - it was probably pretty obvious.  No regrets!

No one ever made me feel sparky the way you did, and I liked that you brought out that side of me. 
We even moo'd at each other via text.  How cute is that?

I also miss the way I lost my mind when you kissed me.  (Wow, my motives seem so selfish now.  Haha.)  You said you "used to be a bad boy," but perhaps you are still 3 parts wild child.  Still, it's hard to accept that you chose to never speak to me again.  I'm sorry, I was shy. 

When I hear this song, I think of you...can almost feel us dancing...think of the promise of teaching me Spanish, dancing and music.  Sometimes music really sucks.  Like right now. Go away song. 

I miss you.

With Valentine's Day looming, I'm going to have to find an indoor activity and hide from the day that was created to irritate all single people.

I hope you enjoyed a trip into my memory lane.  As always, feel free to comment.  See you soon!