Posted by L.A.
I did a project on St. Valentine once for my 10th grade religion class. My teacher was a nun, and gave me an A- for seeming completely nonplussed about St. Valentine’s martyrdom.
“Are you happy about this Saint, Laura? He dies.“
I wish I had a picture of this nun, complete with sound recording, to show you exactly how distressed she was by my attitude. It ever so perfectly sums up how I am towards Valentine’s day.
I wouldn’t be too surprised too, if St. Valentine was in the same boat as me on today’s culture though — chocolate and hearts and OHMIGOD, I DIED FOR MY RELIGION and all.
Here, in no particular order are my favorite Valentine’s tales of my life, thus far.
1. My first Valentine.
My seventh grade boyfriend and I fostered a great love, that spanned two skating parties, my first kiss, and approximately five months. That’s basically marriage, guys. Love and marriage, Catholic school style. The relationship did pass by a Valentine’s day, which meant we gave each other gifts and stuff — I actually don’t remember what I gave him – color me shocked, as usually I remember everything.
It was probably like…a rhyming poem, typed in size 12, impact font.
But he gave me chocolate and a card. It was very nice, and I remember opening it up, all excited and….
Dear Seventh Grade L.A.,
Seventh grade words of like love and stuff.
From, Seventh Grade Boyfriend
Granted, he drew hearts around the word “from.”
2. When records are broken instead of hearts.
During my splurge of “I don’t know why social media keeps letting me win things,” NeighborGirl and I entered a Red Wings Wing[wo]man contest.
We submitted why we should be allowed to watch hockey on Valentine’s Day.
Men are good at disappointing. There are the men that don’t call, the men that won’t stop calling, and the men that don’t appreciate you. That’s why we want to spend our Valentine’s Day with the Red Wings, the men who have never really let us down. 98 new potentials couldn’t hurt either. This Valentine’s Day, we don’t want chocolates, roses, or even a candlelit dinner. We want cold beer, rowdy fans, and a Red Wings victory. The only red we want to see is blood on the ice.
Which we won, along with a bunch of other single people, which meant that we were watching hockey on Valentine’s Day. This was actually a wonderful Valentine’s Day.
High school really did more of the same thing that middle school did. Holidays would come around and we would send candy to each other to support like…athletics and stuff. I’m not actually sure where the money we spent went. Except the bon bons. If you bought bon bons, you were definitely supporting the Latin Club and the Latin teacher’s probable drinking habit because my latin class was definitely a reason to drink.
By this point of life, I had realized that I was really socially awkward, and had no idea how I’d managed to straggle successfully through my formative years thus far. I was single probably because of all those things, and maybe because I once tried to make a utility belt out of crushed velvet and the back pockets out of a pair of jeans to carry my pens and TI-83 in.
Weird little L.A.
Imagine my surprise then, and the surprise of my girl friends, when I received a candy-gram.
Instead of a message, this person drew an arrow, pointing to the computer printed bear saying Happy Valentine’s Day. We never did find out who sent that one.
4. Nothing says I love you like a text message.
Because the college version of me was so romantic, I chose to send my love not by flowers or candy, but by text.
In honor of the holiday, I sent this text off:
Happy Valentine’s Day! I love you!
Who’s number is this?
“I’m going out with some girls for Valentine’s Day.” VS tells me.
“That’s always so depressing,” I lament.
“No, it’s empowering,” VS argues.
“Oh yes,” I say. “A toast to our empty vaginas!”
VS shrugs this off. “We’ll put chocolate in them.”
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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Posted on February 14, 2014, in DeLorean DMC-12, Fix My Lighthouse, Merriments, Twatterpants and other social networks and tagged Candy Gram, Catholic Schools, College, Detroit Red Wings, First Kiss, flashback, Hockey, Middle School, St. Valentine, texting, Valentine's Day. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.