It started in high school when I had a boyfriend for Valentine’s Day. It was the first time I had made it in any kind of dating situation to February. I thought I was in love, or I at least loved the guy. I wanted to do something special so I made him a cake. It was fancy complete with candy hearts, nicely placed wording, and individually, pain staking candies all around it. This was going to be the perfect gift for him. He showed his father a letter I had written to him joking around about sex and his dad said he could not see me anymore. He broke up with me without hesitation on Valentine’s Day.
The next time I was dating someone during Valentine’s Day was in college. I had a mixed tape made for him and was all excited about our date. A friend of mine called and told me to come surprise him, because he had another girl in his room. Great, sure enough she was half naked on Valentine’s Day in his room so I crushed the tape and went out drinking.
The last bad Valentine’s Day I had I was talking to a guy, we were not even dating. My psycho ex punched him in the face the night before Valentine’s day so he stood me up. Until I met my current boyfriend Valentine’s Day has never been a good day for me. It is true though, you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince.