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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

The fabulous Kelly was kind enough to post my "Worst Valentine's Day EVER" story in her blog. I figured I would repost it here so that everyone can be privy to the amount of "romance" I had to be subjected to at such a tender age.

Because nothin’ says true love like a Motel 6
My worst Valentine's Day is not the worst because I had an awful time, but more because it was the night I learned that one woman's dream of a romantic Valentine's dinner is another man's 90 minutes in a Motel 6.

I was 17 and a senior in high school. My boyfriend of six months said he had something really special planned. I had seen enough romantic movies to hope this entailed dinner by candlelight and possibly the bestowing of jewelry, chocolates and flowers. Instead, he picked me up at home and brought me to his parents' country club for dinner. He was sort of rushing through dinner though, saying things like "All set?" and "Almost done?" Then he handed me my gift. I opened the box to find a Winnie the Pooh picture frame. Some may have found this sweet, but 1) I had told him many times about how I am not a Winnie the Pooh fan, and 2) I know for a fact he and his ex-girlfriend's pet names for each other were Piglet and Pooh. So, ew right? But, of course, I was like, "OMG how sweet, thanks!" Then he told me there was more, and he ushered me out to his car.

As we headed back towards the highway, I was confused. What else could there be? He told me it was a surprise, and let me tell you it WAS a surprise when we pulled into a Motel 6 parking lot and he told me he had gotten us a room. I was a little aghast. Motel 6? So I asked him, "Wait are we staying here for the night? What about your curfew?" And he told me, "Oh yeah, I still have to be home by 11." So this was my romantic Valentine's surprise: 90 minutes in a Motel 6.

I am still shocked there is not some sort of Hallmark card to commemorate this occasion.

10 comments:

Mr. & Mrs. Cappella said...

ugh. I'm cringing for you!

Sarah said...

what, you're not jealous? ;-P

Matt said...

now that is a valentines....

Mandy said...

So, um, what happened next?

Nicky said...

OMG!!! I suffered the same hotel V-Day! Only instead of a frame, I got a single rose (potential gas station item, anyone?) and a cheap bottle of wine. Which he proceeded to drink as if it were in a keg. The words, "Um, you're supposed to SIP that" actually came out of my mouth. The wonderful get-away highlights included: a romantic hot tub (with water vaguely reminiscent of urine) shared with an entire small family. Continental breakfast = a shotglass sized cup of coffee and a tiny donut wrapped in plastic. The worst part? I was in college, and this guy was 3 years older than me. At least her date had the stupidity of youth on his side. There was simply no excuse for this guy.

Sarah said...

"her date"? you mean my date! :-P

Nicky said...

Sorry! I got confused when you said you posted something from Kelly. I'm even more sorry that story is yours! Mine gets a little worse than what I wrote, but I decided to spare you...for now!

Sarah said...

haha mine is a little worse too. we shall exchange sordid details at a later date :-)

KO said...

HA. I remember that story...and the fact that there are further details which I am now a little sketchy on.
Man, we never would have survived the idiot boys of senior year without Bickford's and cigarettes.

Sarah said...

ew and you MET him! and if i am not mistaken he was a little inappro with you. you are right on about bicks and cigs.