My Valentine story

Valentine’s Day is upon us and Fat Bridesmaid’s post got me thinking about all the boyfriend-less V-days I experienced back in the day. I always had single friends and most of the time my college roommate and I were both single around Valentine’s Day. One year, we called our Dads and asked them to send us flowers just so we could say a male person sent us a Valentine! It worked and we both got beautiful bouquets of flowers that year.

There was also the time during college in my first class of the morning that a guy whom I hardly knew suddenly presented me with a cute Valentine card and asked me out to lunch. When we got to the restaurant later he gave me a dozen B-E-A-utiful roses. I was overwhelmed because, frankly I hardly knew the guy and I thought he hated me because he was a surly kind of fellow. He told me he thought I was pretty and really wanted to get to know me, blah blah blah. Long story short, I found out a couple of days later his girlfriend had broken up with him the day before V-day and so he had this card and these flowers that he bought for HER and didn’t know what else to do with them so he gave them to the first girl he saw – me. Needless to say, we didn’t see each other after I found that out, because although I love getting flowers, I think I deserve better than second-hand roses!!
Let’s move forward a few years to Valentine’s Day 1996. I had just graduated from college, had no real job, was living with my parents again (ugh), all my friends had moved away, and no boyfriend prospects anywhere!! I was depressed!! I was in a wasteland of unending boredom and gloom. Flash forward twelve months later – I had a full time kick ass job, a new (to me) house, a husband, and a two week old son!! Talk about a rock-your-world-upside-down turn of events!! I got flowers that Valentine’s Day from the two guys I love most in the world – my husband and my baby boy. How did it happen that way, you ask?? I met my future husband on Feb 29, 1996. We got engaged that May, found out I was pregnant in June, got married in July, had baby M on Feb 6, 1997. Whew!!
So I have run the gamut from suckiest V-day ever to happiest V-day ever!! Care to share your Valentine’s sagas??? I’d love to hear them!

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4 thoughts on “My Valentine story

  1. You know, I can’t think of any sweet or tart V’day stories. But I did enjoy reading yours. How sweet to get flowers from your dad. I think I am going to ask the hubby to start buying Grumpette flowers on Valentines instead of candy.

  2. Aww, that’s a great idea about flowers for the kids. I’m not a big fan of the holiday, either. DH and I haven’t celebrated it as a rule, but one year he surprised me at work with flowers and a massage gift certificate. I didn’t even get him a card! It was the best, to get flowers as a surprise instead of to be expecting them.

  3. He RECYCLED the flowers to you? That’s some crazy crap. But it sounds like fate made it up to you in the end. Having your dad send you flowers is pretty darn cute too.

    PS. Thanks for the shout out!

  4. Back when I was still dating, before I met The Husband, I had myself a little fling with a younger man. About ten years younger. He was a painter. As in artist painter, not house painter. Easy on the eyes he was. But there wasn’t much going on between the ol’ ears.

    We were standing on the subway platform headed back to my place on Valentine’s after we’d gone out to eat, which I thought was weird, because we didn’t really have a go out to restaurants kind of thing. It was more of a go to a bar kind of thing. I think some men get all mushy on valentine’s day even if they aren’t normally very sentimental. But anyway, we went out to dinner. So there we are, standing on the subway platform, and for some reason he started talking about the war in Iraq. It matters not that he was for or against. He just didn’t know boo about it and he sounded really, really stoopid. I begged. Please. Stop talking about this. Please. Like Diane Wiest in Bullets Over Broadway. Shhh! Don’t speak. But he kept on. And I was so disgusted and turned off by the stupid that I went home by myself.

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