In grade 4, I really liked this girl named Lynn. So I bought her this giant chocolate heart, and put a "from your secret admirer" note on it. Then left it in her desk early one morning before school, on valentine's day.
She found it and threw it out in front of the whole class, and laughed with all her friends. My flesh and blood heart followed that chocolate impostor into the trash that day, mingling with the discarded carbon copies, apple cores, and used up juice boxes.
Hence, the misogynist I am today! Win-win.