Valentine’s Day is SO CLOSE!
It’s my favorite day. If I could legally change my birthday to February 14th, I would. Because I LOVE Valentine’s Day. Let me prove it to you.
1. My pajamas. I always sleep in pink.
2. I sleep under a pink, heart quilt that my friend Jessica made me and I wear a lot of pink, hearted cozy socks. Those pajamas have hearts on them but you can’t tell.
3. I even decorate for Fall like I’m decorating for Valentine’s Day
4. Hello True Love.
5. My favorite reading material. Bridal Magazines!!!
6. Even my friends know that Valentine’s Day is my favorite.
7. I drink out of Valentine’s mugs ALL YEAR LONG.
8. I like to marry everything. like this cute little pepper shaker and salt shaker.
Okay so I LOVE VALENTINE’S DAY. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT EXCEPT…
freaking roses.
Let me tell you why.
Get ready for another story.
The year is 2000. My mom sends me to a Seventh Day Adventist camp. They have a dance at the end of the week. UGH. A few days into camp this boy asked me to the dance and I said NO. As my friend Claire says, “hard pass.”
THEN HE WENT AND BROKE HIS ARM.
HOW COULD I SAY NO TO THE KID THAT BROKE HIS ARM?
UGH!! So I said yes.
Let me remind you all. I’m 15 at the time. and I had just spent a week with the boy who would end up being my first boyfriend. So my heart and head was elsewhere.
We go to this dance and some idiot adult thought it would be a great idea to let people buy roses for each other. So this kid that I have known and disliked for roughly 4 days of my life buys me a dozen roses. 11 are red, 1 is white. The card said “There’s always one that sticks out in the bunch.”
and I’m MORTIFIED. WHAT THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS? So I said thanks and set them on the table and kept talking to my friends (I’m super fun at dances).
Then about 20 minutes later HE COMES BACK WITH A DOZEN MORE ROSES. AND GIVES THEM TO ME
and I am like “why is this happening to me?” He handed me the roses and sat down across from me and said “Read the card. I mean it.”
At this point I am like FREAKING OUT.
I open the card.
and it says….
“I love you.”
THAT WAS THE POINT THAT I STARTED HATING ROSES.
WHAT THE HECK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?
SO I said thanks.
and avoided him. and when I got to my cabin I shoved them in my duffel bag. When I got home I snuck them out of my bag and threw them away because I wanted to get rid of any and all evidence that I had experienced that end-of-the-week dance at that camp.
Ever since then, roses have given me anxiety. They are weird and imply things and I hate them. Unless I pick them out of my own yard, then I like them. but aside from that….
HARD PASS, as Claire says.
