Although nothing makes me feel better than other people's misery...
Amateur Hour. Well, maybe not the broken nose.
11 Real Valentine’s Day Horror Stories
So many options. Is it the one where I was dating a six-foot redhead in first year, only I was dirt poor, so I didn't have any money to buy flowers or a proper gift, so I stayed up all friggin' night cutting out paper flowers from photocopy paper and making them into a bouquet? And when I gave it to her, she claimed to have no idea that we were dating, and whatever gave me that idea? And left the flowers? And it was only later that I realized that I was on the road to Dumpsville, only she hadn't told me yet? THAT Valentine's Day?
Or would it be the one where the Friday before, I met a nice young thing at the bar, who wanted me to ask her out for the following Wednesday, which turned out to be Valentine's Day, and so I asked, and was she sure she wanted a first date on Valentine's Day, and she said yes? And not knowing what the hell to do for a first date on Valentine's Day, I fretted about what would be an appropriate not-heavy-but-still-acknowledging gift, and came up with a Wonder Woman Pez dispenser? And then I showed up for our date, and she stood me up? And I was left looking at this Wonder Woman Pez dispenser, and drinking by myself in public? And then as a bonus, when I ran into her months later when I was on the job in court, where coincidentally her father was up on charges, she suddenly remembered me and our great times together, and hit me up for free legal advice? THAT Valentine's Day?
Not a fan.