<a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=8350" rel="attachment wp-att-8350"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-8350" title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/PC120028.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a>I've never been showered with gifts by a man.  Ever.

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Well...I suppose that's not entirely true.  My father has always been extraordinarily generous.  And so has my uncle.

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You get my point.  It's a bit on the pathetic side.

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I've never brooded about my fate because I'm not someone who wants lots of things.  Just this past week, my mom put pressure on me for my Christmas Wish List for <em>days</em>.  I couldn't think of anything.  I called my sister for ideas.

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<strong>Me:</strong>  What did you tell mom you wanted for Christmas?

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<strong>Sis:</strong>  Nothing.  I couldn't think of anything.

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I finally wrote a list of four things:  another pair of <strong>my favorite Gap PJs</strong> (they're the most comfy I've ever worn!), <strong>a book,</strong> and I honestly can't remember the other two.

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See what I mean?

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So....when the romantic interests of my life failed to lavish me with gifts, I didn't think about it.  Too much.

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Although maybe these romantic interests should have thought about it a little more.  Because all women enjoy gifts of "just because" every now and then.  It's not the<em> things that make us feel special.</em>  It's the thoughtfulness.

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