Monday, 16 February 2009

• Dear Diary, Valentines Day didn't suck.

  
  
  I've only had one Valentines date in my life. I remember that day because it was a personal record -- 7 boys asked me out. And yes, I am bragging.
  
  My Valentines date was this boy who dumped me months before. I don't know why I went, but I canceled on another guy who was already at a restaurant waiting for me.
  
  The guy took me to this expensive hotel for dinner, led me to a table with name cards that had his name... and a name card with Denise, which he quickly hid.
  
  When you get dumped, and you're given a chance to meet up with the person who's dumped you, you always, always have to be better. I didn't know why I thought it would make me a better person, but I went ahead and told him that I was a vegetarian. Throughout the entire date, I ate carrots and his side dishes because I don't eat even fish.
  
  The date would've been fine except I was this blubbering uncommunicative, idiot wanting to cry and laugh at the same time thinking : HOMYGAWD! I'M ON MY FIRST VALENTINES DATE!
  
  After dinner, him smoking at the parking lot, and me trying to make myself seem smarter, mature and less disappointed that he didn't rent a room, we went to an internet café.
  
  YES. A FRICKIN INTERNET CAFÉ. Counter Strike, YM webcams and all.
  
  I wasn't disheartened at all at that time, because all I kept thinking was: IM ON A VALENTINES DATE!
  
  I met his friends, they were nice and they mistook me for someone else with longer hair, and they kept asking when I got a haircut and why I haven't been visiting their turf recently.
  
  I should've been pissed, but then again, I was on a Valentine's date. It was cool, and we ended up drinking and he bought me chips. Lay's Barbecue Flavored Chips, which none of us ate, because it's barbecue flavored and barbecue tastes gross on chips, so he asked me to take them home.
  
  Lay's Barbecue Potato Chips. Thats what I got for Valentine's day. That's the only thing I ever got, and my mom ate it 5 months later and I threw a tantrum.
  
  Im in every position to be bitter and bitch about the holiday, but I don't.
  
  I don't get what's there to hate over the holiday. I don't get how people, who must've had better dates, have something to bitch about. I don't get how some people go around calling single girls with the need to be with other single girlfriends, pathetic, sad or desperate.
  
  I don't hate it, and I'm fully aware of the free sex pass it comes with, like most of the made-up holidays. I didn't complain about being groped last Easter and being molested last October, during Hanukkah by a Chinese guy, did I?
  
  
  
  

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