The Anti-Valentine

I am not sure I have ever spent my Valentines Day at an Anti-Valentine party. But this year, I can say I have. I was going to the gym when the call came in, "Hey we are meeting at J's if you want to come."

"I am going to the gym," I replied.

"We are ordering pizza and watching movies. Come over it will be good for you." This coming from my friend who is in the Seventh Circle of Outer Darkness. The girl with whom he was talking marriage gave him the boot one week ago. Ouch...

"Hmm," I thought in my head. "Okay, where am I going?"

I was given the directions and off I was into the snowy night. It was in fact a good time. The requirement to get in was that you could not have a significant other. Lately, I seem to be doing well in that department.

We watched Chris Farley and Better Off Dead. I didn't really watch Farley because he is somewhat crude. But Better Off Dead is a classic. We had some good laughs and some great tickle fights.

After the movie we began to talk about our best and worst Valentines Days. I sat there thinking about it and I am not sure I really have either. I have usually spent Valentines chill at home.

Jast barely I am taken back to the fourth grade and this boy named Nate. A strapping young man with dark hair and brown eyes. We were 'going out' but never officially. While he ran in a slightly more popular group than I, we still managed to be friends. For Valentines one year he gave me this white teddy bear, chocolate and perfume. I can still smell the grandma essense of the perfume, but when you are in fourth grade it doesn't matter.

As of recent I got this note from the most awesome guy. He brightens my days and I am glad we got to know each other more. He is really special.

Maybe my worst Valentine Day was one year ago. I had been home from my mission a grand total of four days and there was a boy that had been in my life for the past several years. He holds a special place in my heart because it was with him that I first really felt the missionary essence.

He was older when he decided to go on a mission, but we talked about it a lot. Eventually he decided to go and I supported him 100 percent. We wrote during his mission and he got home about three weeks before I left on mine. The writing continued and then I came home.

Unfortunatly I expected that things could be somewhat the same between us. But in the back of my mind I knew it couldn't be. We had changed too much and I had new expectations for both myself and my future someone special. I think it was solidified in my mind when he didn't even acknowledge that we once had something He isn't very big into holidays, but I am not sure I even remember him saying 'Happy Valentines Day.' I am a simple girl and that would have done perfectly.

I think that day when I realized he wasn't for me was a pretty bad V-Day. Not the worst, but bad.