Love at fiftieth sight

They tried to introduce me to the pacifier when I was still a tiny baby. No luck. I was probably to young to appreciate the delicate texture of it back then. Now, on the other hand... Just before Christmas I found a couple of pacifiers, rejected by Antonia I suppose, and fell head over heals in love. Mom and dad didn't seem to mind at first. But then, as they realized this wasn't just any infatuation, but a relationship that I intended to make permanent, they banned the pacifiers daytime. And I haven't figured out how to make them not fall out when I'm asleep. Thus, despite good intentions, this sweet sweet love never made it beyond a short but intense fling.