I haven’t always been a Valentines Day romantic. Basically if I had someone romantic in my life it was probably a happy day, if I didn’t then I wanted to curse the world. Hey, that’s just how it works.
My first anti-V Day was the V Day after my first breakup in high school. The year before my boyfriend had put like a card and a teddybear in my locker for me to find. So the year we were broken up I didn’t expect anything, until I saw my locker and that it was ajar. I opened it to find only my books, no Valentines. I was crushed.
My freshman year of college I’d just gone through a pretty nasty breakup (well, all my breakups were nasty) and since he had been my first I felt I should get myself tested for everything. I spent VDay that year in stirrups and not in a good way.
The next Anti-VDay was my sophomore year of college. I spent the day with my friend (who was also single and bitter). We spent the whole night in my dorm room smoking cigarettes, drinking heavily and were this close to running off to Canada. Why Canada? I have no idea, I guess it just seemed far away and better than where we were which was full of love and shit.
Another year me and that same friend went to Rocky Horror Picture Show in Boston for VDay, by far one of the best VDays I’ve ever had.
So I’ve had quite a few dark VDays, which is ironic that my anniversary with Manly Man is February 14th. I don’t celebrate the holiday anymore, it’s our day now.
What was your worst Valentines Day?
[tags]memories, valentines day, holidays[/tags]