A Valentine From A Writer
His pockets were empty, but his heart was full.
Parker was stuck. With Valentine’s Day quickly approaching his prospects looked dim. The girl he was smitten with barely knew he existed. He wanted to make a big impression on her, but he was broke.
After paying his rent, and refilling the gas tank in his car, most of his money was spent. His trip to the grocery store for bread, milk, a jar of peanut butter, and a small bag of apples left him with only the change from his last dollar.
Quitting his corporate job last year to become a full-time writer drained his bank accounts. Even though he freelanced as a copywriter, his next deposit wouldn’t clear the bank until the 15th of the month. Too late for Valentine’s Day. Even a fancy card at the Hallmark store cost more than he could afford.
His mother once told him, “Find a job you love, and you will never work a day in your life.” She didn’t tell him being poor harmed your love life.
He wanted to ask Kari, the woman of his desire on a date. He was worried. She was so beautiful she would likely receive multiple invitations to romantic dinners and several dozen bouquets of red roses from the other men who always hung around her at the community center.
