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It’s Valentine’s Day

I’m not the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day. I think it’s such a boring day and it can be really depressing for the single peeps (or for people like me whose other half are just finishing up backshifts and will be less than coherent on our date night) and it’s a little ridiculous how overboard some people go with it. And I (personally) think it’s kinda cliché and tacky when couples get engaged or married on February 14. LAME.

Fortunately, when I was in high school, my BFF’s birthday is Valentine’s Day (shout out, Kim!) and I always had plans regardless of my relationship status. I was the best best friend and even threw her a fantabulous surprise birthday party one year – which was perfect because we were all together and didn’t have to buy into that craptastic Valentine hoopla.

But, since it is Valentine’s Day today I figured I’d share with you one of my heartbreaking Valentine’s memories. I may or may not have posted on this in recent years, but if I did, eff you. It’s my blog and I’ll do what I want.

Here’s the story: When I was a wee one and in the 2nd grade I had a huge crush on a boy in the 6th grade. His name was Russell and I loved him – to the degree that an 8 year old can love a boy she really didn’t know and rarely ever had a conversation with.

That Valentine’s Day I gave out Snow White and the Seven Dwarf Valentine cards. They were very cool. One of them was a picture of Snow White kissing Dopey on the head and the caption said something like “You’re a Dream Come True”.

Similar to my card minus the cheesy caption

Similar to my card minus the cheesy caption

There were a few of those particular cards in the pack but I gave out only two of them – one was reserved for David – who’s been my friend since birth – and the other one was for Russell.

I was so excited to take Russell his card. Filled with anxiety and fluster, I walked down to the “senior” wing of the elementary school, knocked on his class door and asked one of his friends to call him. Russell came to the door and I gave him the card. He read it, started laughing and ripped it up and threw it in the trash. OHEMGEE – 8 year old heart BROKEN. I didn’t say a word, simply turned around and headed back to my classroom and cried all the way down the hall.

I hated him (read: secretly loved him) after that and even one day called him a piss-head because I wanted to be cool and swearing at older boys on the playground will gain you instant coolness. We ended up at the same high school where he was even more beautiful as a star hockey player (because, honestly, all we do in Nova Scotia Canada is play hockey) and senior. In fact, he was so beautiful that one of my closest friends had a huge crush on him also and I made sure she knew the story of his deliberate piss-headedness.

Flashforward to many years later when, at a “reunion” of sorts at Christmas I was talking with a new suitor, Mike, when he had a quickie convo with Russell. I ended up telling Mike the story of my heartbreak and we had a laugh over it. He went to get us drinks and a few minutes later when he returned, Russell was there with him. He said “Sandy, I am so sorry I ripped up that Valentine Card when we were little. I was an ass and I hope you’ll forgive me.” And he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. (Insert “awwwwwwwww”s here.)

Obviously…OBVIOUSLY I forgave him.

Enjoy your VD, y’all.


3 responses

  1. Happy Valentines Day Sandy!

    February 14, 2014 at 10:36 am

    • Right back at ya, Andy.

      February 14, 2014 at 2:12 pm

  2. Amy Pothier

    Sandy this is the saddest story ever. Why have I never heard it before. Why didn’t I know you were hurt. You know I would have gone down to that school and you know what I would have done to that boy! And whoever this Mike is, who made him apologize , I love you to pieces!

    February 15, 2014 at 11:01 am

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