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Once, when me and my hubby first started dating, he kissed me in the middle of the China Club. It was our first kiss. I smiled, looked into his eyes, and said, "I don't like public displays of affection."
I've pretty much been killing the romance ever since.
But sometimes, something comes along that just reduces me — utterly, completely, and without warning — to a sappy, insufferable puddle of mush.
Like Hallmark commercials. Or fathers having a rollicking good time with their sons. Or cute, little old people holding hands as they cross the street.
Or the Love Is Blind vase, pictured above, and inscribed with a collection of love letters in braille.
I mean, I'm not a romantic, but I'm still human!