Valentine's Day is full of emotional landmines. Guys - what was your worst Valentine's Day ever? Let's share the pain and group-hug it out...
Mystery Man says:
I try to be a romantic, on the quiet. I usually fail. Took my lady to Paris (France, not Texas, she doesn't like guns much) for Valentines one year. Went to a nice restaurant, lovely meal, good bottle of champagne and at the end I got down on one knee in front of her. The diners around stopped and watched, they could guess what was going to happen. I reached into my pocket as I asked her to marry me and found - nothing. Some bastard had picked my pocket while I was sitting there in the damned restaurant and taken the ring, box and all. City of Romance my a*s.
Reformed Player says:
I had the classic, a girlfriend decide to break up with me on Valentine's Day. It actually worked out great, I spent all of Valentine's drinking heavily and shouting obscenities at the TV, a Valentine's tradition I've continued to this day.
Girls' BFF says:
My worst Valentine's Day basically consisted of me being set up on a date with a chick who was at least five years younger than me in age and twelve years younger in spirit by a cousin of mine. Not that I have any issue talking about the cultural significance of Britney Spears but there's a time and place for everything. Let's just say, that was the longest trip through the KFC drive thru in history. Oh, and my cousin was placed on the "supervised decision" list when it comes to anything even remotely involving making choices.
Funny Guy says:
That night, with a flower in my hand, I waited, and waited, and waited, for her in the lobby of her dorm. Where was she? ...Two hours later she appeared: high, drunk and unapologetic; she was merely hanging out with the cool, hot guys down the hall!
Boy, I miss Higher Education
Gal Pal says:
My college crush and I once decided to host a President's Day party as an anti-Valentine's Day event. Things were going smashingly - the party was a hit and I even ended up making out with my crush at the end of the night. (God bless, Abe Lincoln!) But when I wouldn't agree to go all with the guy, he found another "first lady" to sneak into his bedroom that night and I turned in my resignation on that relationship.