Welcome to the first of the 28 Days of Love posts! 

“The hell is this shit?!” I hear you yelling. “You’ve been MIA since Christmas and now- NOW - you show up out of nowhere with some sappy ass bullshit?!”

To which I reply, “I love you but, baby, shush - you’re ruining the moment!”

The 28 Days of Love is simple: I’m gonna talk about love, in all the forms I’ve known it in, for all 28 days of February. (Or at least I’m gonna try to, my schedule’s all kinds of tight this semester.) 

I’ve been meaning to do this for two years now and figured I’m way past due - plus it’s one of the things on my 28 before 29 list  and we know that day’s getting closer so it’s time to get cranking.

I can promise you each post will make you smile, or laugh, or shed a little tear chock full of happy so stick around and I’ll keep you feeling fuzzy, toasty and warm in a totally non-cheesy way -

Okay, no. Even I can’t lie to myself that bad. This is gonna be cheesier than a plate of mozzarella sticks slathered in spray cheese, deep fat fried and served with velveeta fondue.

As with all things funny, truths have been gilded and stretched for your pleasure while holes have been filled with the next best substitutes and names withheld because not doing so would be all kinds of wrong.

Stay tuned throughout the month and feel free to join in and contribute your own stories in this attempt to spread the love beyond the one day of the year - February 14th isn’t the only day to show you care, no matter what corporate America tries to ram down your throat.

And now, on with the show - The first little boyfriend - after the jump:

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