Well..my valentines day story isn't a disaster in the relationship aspect...however, here is what happened:

Normally, I don't go anywhere on valentines day because it's the anniversary of my Grandma's death, but a friend of mine was going to hang out with me, and watch the Notebook..you know, kind of like a date I suppose. Well, All day long I had been sitting and dwelling on the past...and then, my date also stands me up. So I call me friend around 10:00, and he comes to pick me up and we go hang out at a "party" I guess (not many people there)..When I get a call from a girl I played college basketball with....

It turns out that last night, one of the boys from our team had died during halftime in the locker room during that game. He was a really good friend of mine, and was close to all of us, and being on a college team...you learn quickly that all of the athletes are your family, they are all you have when you are away from home. (naturally so, I mean..all the athletes lived in the same housing, so we all ate meals together, hung out on a daily basis)...he was one of the only boys from the team that was nice to me.

So to recap
-Anniversary of Grandma's death
-Got stood up
-Good friend past away

so yeah...thats my story



 

My worst Valentine's Day was spent with a guy I like to call Charlie Church.  Now Mr. Church is not only the type of guy you take home to mom, but also to your conservative Lutheran Grandmother who in turn will fall in love with him and want many grand babies.  The kind of guy that you brag about his prayer schedule and not his stamina or length.  Charlie and I were only sort of dating and not officially "together" which may have been the reason he thought it would be okay to massacre my very being on the day meant for happy couples and ultimate romance.  Me, being very young and nieve, thought that this would be the happy day that Charlie would finally ask me to be his little lady.  The day started like any other.  We talked, we laughed, we hugged, we didn't kiss (oh no! kissing would be a sin!).  As the day went on I began to get a bit antsy.  You see, he was treating this day like a normal day.  No flowers, no candy, no teddy bears, no physical contact (if he thought kissing was a sin you can imagine what he thought of that!).  He finally, toward the end of the night, said he needed to talk about something amazing that had happened in his life.  This was it!!  He was talking about me and about to ask me to be his!!  I was oh so utterly wrong!  This was the next thing that came out of that preachy mouth:

"Hattie, God has been coming to me in my room this week and told me the name of my wife.  And it wasn't Hattie."

I will never forget that sentence seeing as it ripped my former content soul right out of my body.  I needed much more of an explanation after an insane statement like that.  He went on to say that God told him that he would be wed to a woman named Shannon.  Charlie Church then told me that Him and God had conversations about this lady.  ( Now this is where the story gets really good!).   God also told him exactly who she was.  Remember America's Next Top Model with Tyra Banks???  Well the first season had a runner up by the name, of course, Shannon.  He thought God told him to marry a super model!!  So not only did God give him the grand gift of knowing the name but also that she was a breath-taking, gorgeous, and perfect woman.  Wouldn't we all be so lucky to have that dropped into our laps??  So this is where I went home alone, empty handed with not so much as even a picked daisey.  There is sooo much more to this story and it only gets crazier and weirder, but that was my most awful Valentine's Day with Charlie Church.

My advice:  If you date the crazies it will never equal out to a happy Valentines.  So to all the ladies who always seem to pick the nutty chocolates instead of the pure milk ones I feel your pain and I hope you had a most Fantastic Valentine's Day this year because you deserve it!! 

 

For Valentines Day my boyfriend Eric decided to take me out cruising in my new car. He was the driver, I, the passenger.

I decided to let loose for once. I trusted my boyfriend of a year and a half, and I (stupidly) decided to just sit back and let him do his thing. (FYI this guy has dreams of being a race car driver). STUPID DECISION!

We picked up my girlfriend Amanda and Eric's friend Paul and began cruising down Aviation Highway.

Now my car is FAST. I bought it not even two weeks ago, and my boyfriend being the insane guy that he is bought a new intake and a new header just to increase the horsepower.

We begin driving, and like clockwork a car comes next to us and revs their engine. Eric takes off in second gear. I'm scared, but remember I decided to let loose this one time and not yell at him to slow down.

The RPM's in the car increase at a quick pace. Now we're going 130 mph and not stopping. Suddenly Paul says, "two cops". Eric ignores the statement.

We keep going, only slowing down to 110 mph. Paul sees three more motorcyle cops. I think we're in for it but I'm hypnotized in the moment.

Honestly it was exhilarating. After piecing together the night I have a vague memory of what happened.

I then realized that my boyfriend was evading the police. An exit quickly arrives and Eric goes for it.

Inside the car I just remember thinking "We're going to crash". Right when we turned the car hit the curb on the left. Amanda and I scream. A milisecond passes by. We hit something else, I later find out it's a pole. Another milisecond flashes and then another collision, the median. Miraculous. We flew ten feet in the air and over four lanes of highway traffic. We should have rolled and went off the highway. We should be dead and gone.

When we stumbled out of the vehicle I didn't have even an ounce of hate for Eric and what he did. It just happened, and we were all apart of it. Normally when Eric goes fast Amanda and I squeal from fear. But this time we kept silent, almost submissing to the thrill of exhibition driving and evading police. When I heard Paul warn of, "squad cars" and then seconds later, "motorcycle cops", it just fed my stillness. I wanted to get away, I trusted Eric but I shouldn't have.

We were radared at 130 mph before we made the turned at 90 mph on a ninety degree turn.

None of us died, we stumbled out of the car dumb founded, not even realizing everything that happened. I'm lucky to be alive, but now unfortunetly, my boyfriend is behind bars, officially making this my worst V-day EVER! 
 

okay I went on a date with this guy in my Home town, He  was a florist and he need to deliver some flowers to a funeral home and aksed me if I minded now I said No of course cause I love Dead bodies and was hoping to get a look at one.... anyway we started taking in the arrangements and we had to bring in the spray that sits on the casket well he said knowing me already not to look in the Casket well  when I lifed the led it shifted on the Pedistal that is was sitting on when it shifted the

The Little ole man in the coffin he slide down in the casket which made me Laugh but then we heard voices coming in the Funeral home (christ) he got soo mad at me

I thought how terrible I didn't know that people were not the size of  Casket anyway we had slide the Little ole man someones grandpa back up in the coffin and get him on his pillow ... well this almost ruined the evening we still went out to dinner

and I have him a fantastic blow job after

 

Peace

Kenn

 

    The day before Valentines day was normal between my boyfriend and I. I had saved up money to get him a hoodie he really wanted and stayed up all night baking him a huge cake that said I love you. The next day when we saw each other I was expecting flowers, cany, maybe balloons, a nice necklace, something.Wwe had been together over a year. I saw him and he wasn't holding anything. I walked up to him and tried to kiss him, but he dodged my kiss and told me it was over. I didn't know what to think as he walked away. There was no explination for what he had done.
     I called a few of my friends and my night ended with me, in tears, and five of my friends eating the cake I had made him. 
 

I was super excited to have a boyfriend a few years ago for valentines day...Though we hadn't been seeing each other long at the time we were instant best friends and I was starting to have real feelings for him. Not only did he take his ex girlfriend to go shopping for MY valentines gift....but he ended up getting me a bag full of sausage. He knew I loved sausage..but a bag full of sausage for valentines day? Not only that....I specifically said no stuffed animals.... The guy got me 2 giant stuffed care bear animals...which..I didnt even like carebears!!! (which I found out later..he took to another exgirlfriend because she lovvvvvved the carebears...freakin a$$hole). When he opened my gift he felt like a jerk..I got him a fossil watch he really wanted.

I thought the night could be salvaged after that disaster. We went to dinner... Well said boyfriend just had gastric bypass weeks earlier...and wasnt able to keep his dinner down(how romantic)...While at dinner his cell phone kept ringing off the hook. His single friends were very bored and wanted to hang out. I figured the night wasnt getting any better so we might as well hang out with his friends too.

We ended up going karaoking, where one of his friends was very upset that we had sat there for nearly 2 hours...without his name being called. He said the girl was passing him on purpose and was dragging the whole night down bitching about it. Instead of being a man and dealing with it... I went up to the Owner of the bar and asked that my boyfriends friend please be asked to sing next because we waited such a long time and the girl hosting it seemed to be passing him up. He got his wish....and All i got was a freakin bag of Sausage.

I could have done without that valentines day...in fact I could have done without the guy as well!!! We later broke up because of his infidelities.

Id rather be having fun with my single girl friends without all that drama!!

 

I understand this is last years, but, seriously, the most horrible Valentines day this year is to not get ur cover! ;)
I am very interested in submitting! Would you please send me the contact info for submission?...I'll send you a Marnee goodie bag filled with Beautiful Photos of Beautiful models, and beautiful Make-up! hehe
I wrote to the mag directly, but I'm afraid my mail may have gotten lost in your long list of fans!
XOXO
Marnee