So, one of our sponsors has asked me to write a series of mini posts about the things we're talking about in the office this week. To start off, I've been reliving one of my worst Valentine's memories. Please share worst romance experiences below, so I know I'm not the only 14th February loser out there...
If you know me AT ALL, you may have guessed that I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day.
I don’t like the stupid balloons, or the smug flower deliveries to the office (which I’ve never been the recipient of, did you guess?) or the stupid bloody hearts. But mainly I hate the cards.
I hate not getting any. I hate getting one and not being 100% sure if my mum sent it to me or not. I also hate the time I received a beautiful, anonymous Valentine’s card, and the guy I was seeing at the time (who would go on to unceremoniously dump me soon after) childishly drew large phalluses all over it.
Then we went to the pub and he tried it on with the barmaid. Best. Valentine’s. Day. Ever.
Can you beat that?