Mine was when I was 16. I was very much "in love" (perhaps just infatuated) with a girl who had been my classmate for five years. We were very good friends, and I always protected her. There was a guy who was a jerk to her, and once I even got in a fight with him because he had called her names (his family didn't like hers, long story).
Anyway, I decided not to be a chicken and asked her out for Valentine's. She was taken aback by my proposal and, as all women after her, deeply offended by it. So three more weeks went by and I spent yet another Valentine's walking alone in the streets of my town, and, surprise surprise, I met her downtown going to see a movie with, you guessed it, the guy who used to harrass her.
21 years after, I still spend my Valentine's walking alone or working, but now I'm old enough not to care. I can say, though, that I've never understood women too well. Although sometimes I almost think I do. Oh well.
2007-01-08
00:25:17
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➔ Holidays
➔ Valentine's Day
I just hope C J's is not m a's wife.
2007-01-08
00:28:43 ·
update #1