Chapter Two – Bad luck? - Awful luck.

Every year on Valentine’s Day, and I mean EVERY YEAR, I would inevitably stop dating the person I was with. I mean, I would the dating or even “talking” to someone, then something happens. I thought it was because Valentine’s Day is a fake holiday made up by card companies and I sent off this vibe that I hated it and guys picked that up… but now I think it was just because I had bad luck.

This Valentine’s Day my boyfriend, Ray, bought me tickets to see this country singer named Bobby Clifford. I had never heard of him but apparently he was well known in the country world and Ray was into country.

I hated country music, but I didn’t want to discourage him after he already bought the tickets so I decided to have a really nice time with him. I mean, it’s the company that matters, not what you do, right?

It’s Valentine’s Day night, and I’m not exactly sure how these things work, but isn’t Valentine’s Day supposed to be romantic alone time?

Ray’s version of romantic alone time was having nothing to eat before the concert at 7pm (and I’m literally hungry every 3 or 4 hours, like a child), getting picked up by two other couples who were already drunk, and cramming in the back seat of the tinniest Nisan anyone has ever seen. We parked and I walked half a mile in my beautiful new high-heel shoes. That means the fake leather and plastic weren’t broken in yet so I had the gift of blisters.

Once we got there, after we pushed through all the crowds (I hate crowds), I had the wonderful pleasure of sitting next to a couple who were incredibly inappropriate with their hands and then, in the middle of the night, the guy in back of us split beer all over my seat. Of course, I didn’t notice, and I sat down. Yummy. Oh, and did I mention, I broke my phone so I had no way to call anyone in case of an emergency? I was completely trapped.

After we got home, I was hungry, exhausted because I had no sleep the night before, smelt like rotting beer and all I wanted to do was go to bed. But, of course, it was Valentine’s Day and he just paid tons of money to take me to a “great” concert, so we did what most couples do… I’m sure you can fill in the rest.

Then I realized that my womanly gift hadn’t come when it was supposed to. Bad luck? - Awful luck.