What do you get when you fall in love?

they say that spring was the season of romance. For many, an annual event in which love blossoms for the first time. Well, in the spring of 2009, John was nineteen years old, valentine’s day was two months gone, and he still had had no luck whatsoever. April was here, and with it, as was to be expected, came rain, and lots of it. In fact, the particular april sunday on which this story begins was so windy and rainy, John was inclined to remember a certain whinnie the pooh tale he had seen on video – remember VHS? – about a dozen times a day from ages three to five. This weather was what Owl would politely dismiss as a “light spring zephyr,” although John would definitely call it more of a winds-day.

And so, John sat, staring out his window at the trees being blown so hard they were nearly at a forty-five degree angle to the ground, and waited for a miracle to happen. well, as was a well known fact among non-believers such as John was, nothing comes from nothing, and even with as great an amount of good karma as he had built up in the course of his short life, there was no fire without kindling, and a good enough spark to light it. Therefore, he deigned it a perfect opportunity to get up off his ass and do something about his situation. First thing on his list was to shave off his poor excuse for a winter beard. So, with that in mind, he headed for the bathroom.