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I’ve had 2 and a half bad Valentines day stories…

I call this one a half because the person and I weren’t actually dating…
15 Minutes Later 
In high school, me and my group of friends were feeling blue on V-Day, as all of us were single. So the girl I had a crush on, Bailey, came up with the idea that we all have each other,. and we should all hang out tonight and eat pizza. We all agreed and met at her house later that day. On the way over I devised a plan; I was going to tell Bailey that I had a crush on her, and ask her on a date. As the evening went on, we were all having fun, and I was slowly building up the courage to tell Bailey how I felt, when the door bell rang. We all knew it was our friend, Devin, as he’s always late. Bailey said she was going to get the door, so she got up and left. A full 15 minutes passed, (I know because I was waiting for her to come back), then we noticed it has been an absurdly long time to answer the door. So we all went up stairs to greet Devin and see what was taking so long. We get to the door, but Devin and Bailey are no where to be found. It only took us moments to realize, the only door that was shut in the house was the door to Bailey’s Bedroom…
Number 1:
Not The Reaction I Counted On… or … It’s The Thought That Counts… Right? 
Valentine’s Day, 2 years ago… My girlfriend at the time, Isabelle, wasn’t expecting much in the way of gifts, as she’s not the greatest fan of V-Day. But being the 4.5-Star-boyfriend I am, I still wanted to do something special. So I decided to surprise her with a nice candle lit dinner for 2. I bought her favourite bottle of wine, set the table with the whitest tablecloth, and made a (frankly fantastic) bacon-wrapped-scallop pasta with alfredo sauce. When she walked in the room and saw me standing there, classically dressed, with the charm Idris Elba, her face started to glow… I took her by the hand and showed her to her seat… uncorked the wine and poured her a glass… Then she tried some of the pasta… The glow in her face changed… She turned to look at me… she gripped my arm really tightly… she began to gulp in the air… she was having an allergic reaction. After a year and a half of dating, I forgot what she was allergic too, and I still don’t know… she didn’t bother reminding me, because she broke up with me that evening anyway. There goes the 4.5 Star rating.

Number 2:
She Dated a Criminal (and He Had No Idea)
I once had a first date on Valentine’s day, and it is one of the worst dates I’ve ever had. Steph and I decide to go bowing. I picked her up, and off we went. We were almost at the bowling ally when I saw red and blue lights in my rear-view mirror. I was confused, I was driving very well, I was on a date, I didn’t want her to think I was a bad driver.  As I pulled over, I became surrounded; a second and third squad car blocked me in. Embarrassed and confused, I looked over at my date. Steph was terrified, she looked like she was going to cry. “I have no idea what’s going on”, I told her, but then thought, ‘that’s exactly what someone who knows why they are in this situation, would say’. I looked out the window and noticed 5 police officers, hands on holsters, circling my car, like vultures waiting for a starving animal to make the transition to carcass. A few moments later, one of the officers approached the window. He asked for my license and proof of ownership. Proof of ownership, I thought was weird. I handed him what he requested. Then I saw him smirk a bit as he asked, “Soooo, this is a nice car, how long you been driving it?” I told him I’ve been driving it for 2 years. He nodded a big exaggerated nod and said, “Riiiiight, 2 years. and where did you get it?” I said I bought it off my dad, when he got a new one. His smirk only grew as he asked me how long my dad had it. Instantly I replied, “About 5 years”.  He nodded another big nod, and went back to his cruiser. At this point I absolutely forgot Steph was in the passenger seat. After a moment, 2 of the squad cars left and the officer returned and apologized. He told me he ran my plate incorrectly and he assumed I was driving a stolen vehicle. Not the case. As for Steph… I never saw her again, and understandably so. Even thought it was a miss understanding, I wouldn’t want to risk dating a criminal .

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