Madison first brought up this sentiment on Sunday, and I did not understand it at the time. I was attempting to decipher the cultural meaning to the Super Bowl. As usual, our good neighbors Charles and Alice (primarily Charles in this case) invited us to their annual Super Bowl party. Not having much of a grasp on the subculture of football, I wondered if this would involve needed to cook a very large bowl of soup. Quite the opposite, the food at this party was most disappointing, constituting mainly of chips and dip, and they insisted I not cook anything. I wish I had.
I have one short observation about this game which I must learn more about. In deconstructing the rules of football, I came to understand the visceral need for a sport. For a society advanced enough to conduct its wars primarily through machinery, and a combination of automation, strategically distanced command centers, and elite ground troops, yet not advanced enough to do away with war completely, there is a certain satisfaction with seeing a field of play be overtaken and reclaimed or conquered, keeping with the ancient methods of honorable combat.
I may discuss more on the game later, but my primary concern now is Madison's assertion that I am "screwed." As I explained, I was distracted by the game when she first pointed this out, and she has become much more insistent as the week has progressed. She refers to my situation with April, who is not only her teacher but my current coworker at the high school. After our unintended romantic interlude, I have not had much time to consider how to proceed, but Madison insists no matter what I do, I am doomed to misstep. The reason being that in a few short days is Valentine's Day.
This holiday, which I had assumed was manufactured to better market chocolates and jewelry, is apparently taken quite seriously by romantic-minded individuals, which would be most humans. I did not consider that April would be one of these romantics, nor did I consider that I might have to act carefully around such a precarious holiday, lest hearts be broken, which if I have learned anything of my study of the ancient gods of this world, is the quickest way to a long war that no matter of football could cure.
I did intend to ask April out on another date, since our first date was such a disaster, and now that we have kissed, it may play out differently, but Madison thought at date on the week leading up to Valentine's Day would be too romantic far too early in the relationship.
Then, I considered not doing anything, waiting it out until such an appropriate time that the shadow of this dreaded holiday passes. Madison said doing nothing would be an even worse idea. I would be downright insulting.
As the saying goes, I am damned if I do and damned if I do not. I must admit, the kiss April and I shared caught me off guard. I do not know how I feel toward her, but I do like and respect her, and I did like that kiss. I do not know what to do. Even my sister admits she is stumped, but I must come up with a strategy quickly. The longer I wait before taking action, the closer I am to the date of the holiday, the 14th of February, and the more importance will be placed on this action.
If there was ever a time for the fleet of the homeworld to arrive and rescue me, now would be it. The red battle fleets of Mars would even be welcome. Intergalactic war is easier than human romance.
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