Valentine’s Nightmare

So the dreaded day is looming and already there has been an increase flow of men coming to the shop for a wash and trim in preparation for a romantic evening out with their special someone. Valentine’s Day has to be my least favourite event – give me Christmas, Easter or even Pancake Day every time. With Christmas and Easter comes time off work and even with Pancake Day comes decent grub. But what does Valentine’s Day give you? If you’re single you get a cold slap in the face to needlessly remind you that no-one is typing your name onto the template of a Moon Pig card. If you’re in a relationship, rather than give you heart ache, it gives you heartburn as you attempt to find that all so beautiful gift or to arrange that oh so memorable evening.
I’ve always found that dates on Valentine’s Day to be a bizarre experience with so many couples around me desperately having a romantic experience. Not that staying in is necessarily any safer. A few years ago my friend Natalie experienced the worst Valentine’s Day ever. This from a girl who had always believed that she was cursed, having been routinely dumped just prior to Valentine’s day so often it was left to her mum to provide comfort flowers and chocs. Well on the year in question Natalie was seeing a young man and they decided to cut their evening out short to get home to enjoy some… well I don’t think I need to divulge anymore specifics.
Returning home the young lady finds a beautiful bunch of flowers on her doorstep. In the card, an ex has written that he hopes that she’s well and suggests meeting up. Needless to say her date is a tad put out by this – but Natalie, determined to have a wonderful evening, puts the flowers to one side and assures her man that all is good between them and that maybe they should head upstairs. Just as they reach the top of the stairs - would you believe it - the doorbell rings. Who could it be on Valentine’s evening?
With an impatient sigh the young woman readjusts her clothing; heads back down the stairs and opens the front door. There on the doorstep behind a huge bouquet and a box of her favourite chocolates, is another ex boyfriend. This might sound similar to the plot of “Scott Pilgrim vs. the world” but I swear it is a true story. Natalie, far from welcoming her ex and despite his epic journey across the country to be with her, is furious with his unannounced visit and brusquely pushes him back off the step so that she can tell him off out of ear shot of her already peeved boyfriend.
Once she has sent the ex packing with a face like a kicked puppy, it takes lots of soothing and large quantities of champagne to bring the mood back round to its original setting. Finally things are back on track and Natalie is also on her back when the doorbell sounds once again. At first the loving couple try to ignore the incessant ringing but the demon on the doorstep will not go away.
Eventually, despite the expletives and protestations of her lover, Natalie throws on a dressing gown and heads for the front door once again. It’s a messenger from Interflora, presenting her with yet another bouquet of red roses. With utter confusion on her face as she mentally counts back her ex boyfriends in her head, she tears at the accompanying card. The flowers are from none other than her mother, continuing the tradition of giving her one and only daughter flowers on Valentine’s Day.
Surely this was easy enough to explain to her fella? Well, to be better safe than sorry Natalie decided that it would be better to ditch the flowers before going back inside. In a moment of adrenaline-fuelled madness she scurried across the front garden and unceremoniously shoved the flowers into the front hedge. Unbeknown to her, the boyfriend was impatiently waiting by the bedroom window, only to see his girlfriend acting as suspiciously as Colonel Mustard in an Agatha Christie novel, stashing the incriminating evidence in the foliage.
It was the final straw and no amount of weak truth could dispel the raging paranoia that had taken residence in the young man’s head. He dressed and headed out the door and though the couple have remained friends, their love life was effectively over as of that day.
On that happy note I wish you all a happy safe and eventful Valentine’s Day. Let me know how it goes or if you also have some horror stories you want to share!
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