V-Day

This shall evermore be my day of victory.  

I punched and jabbed in a boxing ring, shoved my hands into damp and sour bag gloves, felt my quinoa dinner rising through my throat, but sashayed out at the end of the night, red-faced and laughing.  

I wrote a boy a note, my very first proposal, I said, Sir, I've been thinking.  We should pet kittens together.  We should attend snobbish literary events together, sir.  Listen here, sir, I believe this is what we should do.  

And in reply, he wrote, "Ma'am, I *completely* concur."  With stars around completely just like that.  We shall snuggle kittens together.