I got a valentine this morning from the Frogman.

It was the name of the zipcar i had rented yesterday to go to the pdoc

A couple of weeks ago, two women in my apartment complex invited me for coffee in the complex cafe for valentines day. One is married, the other has a bf who smokes. I feel like im their charity project, poor unaluna, no valentine! Hey, maybe i have a secret nooner scheduled, fifty shades of beige! I was kinda insulted am i so wrong to feel that way?