Valentine's Day was always disheartening as a man. I started asking my girlfriend, Amy, what she wanted to do for our special day. She gave a few vague descriptions, mostly, dinner and some chocolates. Not exactly thrilling to hear. Now I wanted to do something exciting for her. So I worked a side gig I found on Craiglist doing some of the hardest manual labor - moving boxes of heavy clothing for an auction company for eight hours. I was bruised, and sore all over that night butI knew it would be worth it for my babe.
Days passed with little happening.
On February 12th, I was at home in my apartment when Amy comes over. She is acting really strange now. A little spooked out. I ask her what's wrong and she lays it down. She has decided to break up with me. After much arguing and begging from me, and tears coming from both of us, she leaves with a bag of her stuff in hand. I was heart-broken and in hell. That night I decided I was going to win her back in the most romantic way possible on Valentines Day.
February 13th, I found a one night gig on Craigslist as a cleaning lady - the ad asked for a lady but I persuaded them to take me in. I was paid and now had an arm full of cash and a plan.
I called Amy that night but she wasn't responding much. In fact, she was quite short with me. No matter because I had to have her back. I told her that I was going to stop by the next day and give her some clothes she left behind at the apartment. She tried to object but I quickly hung up to get ready for bed. My big chance was right around the corner.
I woke up around 9am on Valentines Day as I had taken the day off to spend this time with my love. I went by her apartment around noon. I made my way up the stairs and knocked her door. Her roommate answered and told it to me bluntly. Amy had found someone new and had been out with him since the night before. Again, my life shattered hopelessly. Why didn't I see it coming?
As I began my desolate drive back home, I noticed a new Guitar Center had opened up in one of those shopping strips. I pulled in and decided to check it out. I went in and looked around, and there she was!
A Les Paul Jr. with a black body and green sunburst! I went to the guitar, picked it up and strummed it a few times. It had amazing weight, and it was gorgeous. I went right to the cashier and paid with the cash I had saved for Amy's surprise.
I forgot about Amy as I went home and plugged my new guitar into my amplifier. I played as loud as I could for hours that day. That was the best gift I ever got myself on Valentine's Day.
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