My First Love

I've been blogging here for ahwile, so it's about time that I wrote one about my first love. As a child I would delight in this love every holiday. Sometimes on other occasions also, and to this day I still do. There have been times where I have sensed that others have been jealous of my obsession. After all this love will often come first quite often. Not that I don't understand, it's always hard to share a loved one. I bet you already know that I'm referring to chocolate. For as long as I can remember I've loved the stuff. Any man in my life will have to understand that there are times where my first love will come first. Sometimes even at his expense. Let's face it if he wants his share he should have a quick but graceful hand. Or perhaps a really good hiding spot.

Of course, chocolate could become one of his closest friends. Chocolate more than likely know better how to get out of the doghouse than of his buddies. Let's face it, none of the schemes a dude's buds come up with usually work. Actually usually they make the situation worse. Not that I'm condoning bribery, it will not completely work. But a box of my first love, and a pair of sad puppy dog dies isn't a bad way to start an apology.