I was in the seventh grade, sitting in homeroom on valentines day. I had more carnations on my desk than anyone else in the seventh grade. Except for like one girl, but she gave out blowjobs already, so by default she got more than me. Life's not fair when you're thirteen. Anyway, three of them were from the boy who turned out to be my first love, but in the seventh grade, our relationship has barely past him chasing me around the monkey bars. He chased after me all year, and finally on valentines day, he caught my attention.
Mike had a girlfriend. Which in the seventh grade pretty much obligated you to nightly phone calls, dancing at socials and carnations on valentines day. But Mike didn't get his girlfriend any carnations. I walked past her on the way to homeroom, and I remember seeing her crying, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. But the pile of red and pink stacked on my deck put an abrupt hault to my curiosity. On my desk was a big teddy bear with a red bow tie and top hat. Around the bear's neck was a silver heart shaped necklace, and laying next to the bear was a giant chocolate rose. In the desk behind mine, there sat Mike, holding a bright pink card. Since my face already matched the color of my newest stuffed animal's top hat, I sulked over to my desk and sat down. Mike got down on one knee and handed me my card, the entire class and my teacher laughed and oooohed and ahhhhed. Inside the card he wrote "you're the girl of my dreams, happy valintines day" (yes, he spelled valentines incorrectly). Then the teacher passed out the carnations, of which I recieved 13. Blow-job girl got 15, for anyone who was interested. Three of those were from Mike as well. Anyway, this all sounds cute right? Every 13 year-old girl's dream right? Well, it wasn't far along into first period when I was informed that aside from the fact that Mike bought someone who wasn't his girlfriend valentines gifts, he neglected to buy her anything. Not one heart shaped candy, not a single carnation. To add insult to injury, his girlfriend and I had our very last period of the day together, and when we were sent to our lockers to pick up our stuff before getting on the bus, I returned to the classroom (of course I sat right next to her) with an arm full of presents from her boyfriend. I looked at her, and as she was holding back her seventh-grade tears she simply said "it's okay, I was going to break up with him anyway".
So I made that girl's Valentine's Day terrible, so I decided to look into the horrible memories of Valentines Days past and this is what I got....
I joined "The Experience Project" another social networking site and here they share there bad Valentines Day memories. My favorite is the BK Lounge story.
This is my favorite break-up song, of all time, so if your Valentines romance ends in despair, feel free to use it:
This past Valentine’s Day was literally the best and WORST of my life. It was supposed to be simple, my boyfriend was going to just take me out to our favorite restaurant and we were going to hold hands and be mushy. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly that easy.
ReplyDeleteI show up over at boyfriend's apartment, he's all dressed up in his student-teacher clothes which are my favorite of his wardrobe. We get in the car and head off to our favorite urban-Asian restaurant, Thai 9. On the way there i was talking about the dramatic events of the night before, and he chimes in with "no matter how old you get, girls NEVER get any easier". hmmmm.... you are with your GIRLFRIEND mister, not your guy friends! (Important side note: he does not ever hang out with girls, besides me, so his only experience right now with girls is me). I got obnoxiously offended, and instead of him apologizing he just kept reiterating his point, making the whole situation worse. We went back to his apartment, because I was in no mood to go out to eat with this jerkface! At his apartment we just got more and more heated, so I jumped in my car and start to head home, and was almost there when he decided to call me and work this out. Somehow this turns into a screaming fight, every girl’s dream of the perfect beginning to Valentine’s Day.
So once we FINALLY set our differences aside, we made it to the restaurant a half hour before it closed. I think the hostess’s way of saying not to show up right before they close was to seat us directly in front of a drafty window. Whatever, we would deal with it. We love the place and the food so it was fine with us. At this particular restaurant, when you order your food, you order a spice level (0-9). I’d had a level 3 before and survived, so I decided to go for a level 4 this time around. When our food finally showed up to our freezing table, we didn’t need to take more than a bite before we realized that the spice level of our food was WAY above a 4. This made the food completely impossible for us to even eat, let alone enjoy. We tried, but the waitress said the kitchen had closed so they couldn’t fix our order, and all we could do was order dessert because stoves weren’t required for that. So we order some cheesecake to share so that we could extinguish the fire on our tongues.
At this point, after crying all of my make up off in a fight, freezing my fingers off in the restaurant, and burning my tongue off with dinner, we both decided it would be best to call it a night before it got any worse. We spoke too soon. I barely made it back home before I knew that I had food poisoning, and was…. Shall we say “disturbed” every 20 minutes until about 3:30am the next morning.
Looking back, boyfriend and I can only laugh about everything that happened. The fight taught us a lot about each other and brought us closer, and the drafty restaurant only made us snuggle up closer to each other. The food poisoning didn’t really help the relationship, but it helped me have a skinny day on February 15! (I’m clearly a glass-half-full kind of girl). It was the best-worst Valentine’s Day ever!
I love this story, it made my day :)
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