LIVE TO TELL: VALENTINES FAIL
Many moons ago, before I was clear about what I expected in a relationship, I attracted Max. Cute, sweet but simple and though he tried, Max was inconsistent and unoriginal. By February, my 9 month relationship with *Max was clearly coming to a close but I had couldn’t dump him until Valentine’s was over. To avoid being a heartless bitch, I suffered a few more days of the awkwardness until I could end it. Out of obligation I bought him a card and before he came over, I cleaned my room, briefly entertained the idea of sex and then quickly decided against it. Valentines Schmalentines. When I’m done, I’m done.
7:30pm. 2.5 hours late. Pounding on the door, I swear I smelled the booze on him before opening it. “Hapshy Balentine Nov”. Classy. He’s drunk, high and in his hands are my gifts from Cupid. Not flowers, but a blunt, a screw-top magnum of cheap wine and I think he signed the card on his knee in the elevator. Oh, did I mention the bottle wine had already been opened and was a quarter empty? Cha.


















February 12, 2010 at 3:44 PM
DEF CON3 !!!!!!!!!
LMAO
GREAT STORY
February 12, 2010 at 3:47 PM
thanks Agile. (i know it's you!)
as long as you learn something from it rite?
the bar definitely got raised after this dude.