There was this girl I liked in 3rd grade.
Every week we played this spelling game. (I was a beast at spelling, and won tons of spelling bees.) So depending on if you did good you’d get to get something from the prize box. Every week I would get her Milk Duds.
That’s some serious dedication.
There were like dinosaur tattoos and shit in that box. But I always got her those Milk Duds.
Definitely the most romantic thing I’ve ever done. I was like an 8 year old Casanova.