My (less) sweet Valentine

 In my family, we all love Valentine's day. Since I can remember, that day is as special for us, as Christmas or Easter for most people.

 My first date was last year, when I finally turned sixteen. I was not allowed to date until that age, as well as my brothers and sisters. Until we turn sixteen, all we can do is dream about what it is to feel that adrenaline for the first time and listen to the stories our older relatives tell us.

 So, when my time arrived, I was so excited that I ended up causing some...trouble. 

 I was so anxious that I made a mess during dinner, so my parents had to deal with all those people in the restaurant.

 "Control yourself Cathy!" - said my dad.

 "I told you she could not come alone!" - said my mom. 

 But, in my defense, it was my first date and he was sooooo sweet...

 Well, this year, everything will go according to plan! I will not screw this again! Already picked my date and he is just the right kind of guy: less chubby, less sweet and less juicier. 

 Yup... this time, my parents wont have to kill an entire restaurant, just because I couldn't control my thirst. You know... the tradition is to keep it discrete, not turn it into a scary movie scene as I did. 

 But my mom told me she did the same when she was my age, so...

 What can I say? It runs in the family... :)