VD08: Find Us Well

by jcdel­bar­coii

Last year on Valentine’s Day I was in the most roman­tic city in the world… Paris. How­ever, I was bit­ter and alone at the time, so I spent the morn­ing stitch­ing the words “f*** love” onto a shirt. I wore it out to a group fon­due night with my fel­low Amer­i­can stu­dents. I thought I could steal atten­tion from the sour hol­i­day by con­vinc­ing peo­ple it was my 21st birth­day. After all, after some quick num­bers in my mind, I fig­ured V-Day could be the day my father planted his seed (me) into my mom. Any­hoo, the other Amer­i­cans all caught on and spread the word quickly. I got caught up too deep in my mess of a jok­ing lie, and felt awful. Peo­ple were buy­ing me drinks (that I essen­tially and remorse­fully stole from them), and each one tasted more and more bit­ter than the last. I ended up vom­it­ing in a bath­room of some classy French bar and walked home alone hat­ing myself as much as the hol­i­day itself. I was look­ing for­ward to Thanks­giv­ing already.

VD08 has to be great for all of us.