Or some such crap.
Valentine's Day has for me been a day of disturbing horrors. When young (er) I had boyfriends who would attempt to bring that special feeling into the day (in the hopes of getting laid, I'm sure) and now I have a wayward husband who is terrified of the expectations he believes the day has. I think the vast majority of folks miss out on the potential of the holiday. And in the spirit of this belief, I will offer a contest with the focus on putting the positive back in the this one day of romance.
Or not. LOL
To enter the contest... share some Valentine's Day from your past (good bad or other) or make one up that you'd like to have in the future. REPLY TO THIS POST TO BE ENTERED. The winner till be drawn on February 14th and receive my first *Gift of Synn* party set. Despite the name it's not all that naughty but includes lots of little extras to add a little romance to your life.
As an added bonus... If there are 50 or more entries, I will throw in a $20.00 gift certificate to Sexy Vices http://www.sexyvices.com/ ,
I'll update this just as soon as I get pictures of the set uploaded. :) In the meantime, get those stories in and get entered.
Shannon
Don't forget to check out my latest release, Blood Reign, about a couple sexy demons. Maybe I can talk a few of my heroes and heroines into posting their Valentine's Day stories too...
My worst/best was 2 years ago my husband FORGOT IT. I got him a bunch of stuff and received nada. THe next night while we were playing cards my oldest daughter and her friends showed up (they all call me mom). With 3 dozen roses and 2 huge stuffed bears one white and one red plus some other goodies. It was so sweet
ReplyDeleteLast year on Valentine's day I answered a knock on the door. There was a delivery man with a huge bouquet of roses in a lovely vase standing there. They were gorgeous and my husband was a hero...for about 10 seconds until I read the card. It was from a contest I had entered and won.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite one was when hubby bought me a little devil stuffed animal. He knows me so well lol
ReplyDeleteMy fiancé Bryan moved to France a couple of years ago, his work took him there. Unfortunately I couldn’t follow him as my college course kept me at home. We stayed in touch by lengthy phone calls (you should have seen the bills) and emails. And there were occasional visits, but not a lot. On Valentine‘s Day last year I received a surprise telephone call from Bryan while I was at work. He wanted to tell me Happy Valentine‘s Day. What should have been a romantic few minutes turned into a sob fest with me crying down the phone to the poor man telling him how much I missed him. 10 minutes later we hung up and I felt worse than ever.
ReplyDeleteAfter a gruesome day I returned home to find flowers in the hallway which cheered me up slightly. Then stepping into the kitchen I got the fright of my life. Bryan was standing in front of me, dressed in a tux, holding a beautiful diamond ring in his hand. He said “Aisling, I will not be away from you for another minute, please will you marry me?” Of course I accepted and we settled down into a gourmet feast courtesy of the local restaurant, with candles and champagne all around. And then he decided to give me the second-best news of the night. He had quit his job a month ago and was moving back home. Lord, I love that man!
My bad Valentines Day story is my honeymoon story. I was raised a strict Catholic so my wedding night was my first time. We were lucky enough to have our wedding on Valentine’s Day, which was really beautiful. And my groom-to-be had set up our hotel suite very romantic to make it perfect for us. There were candles, rose petals, champagne and strawberries, it was beautiful. And I couldn‘t wait. But when we got into the room and the dress and tux came off and I saw his ’thing’ a fit of giggles took me. Actually I ended up howling with laughter. I had seen a penis before in movies and the like but never up close. And I guess I was nervous too. Don’t get me wrong, my husband is well-endowed. But he took it to heart and wouldn’t speak to me for a full week in Barbados. It was awful. But finally we tried again and we had no problems. I’m so grateful he didn’t divorce me.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a teenager I was crazy about this guy in school. He had the broody, silent thing going on and every girl in school had a crush on him. One day, out of the blue he asked me out for Valentine‘s Day. Now I was plain Jane in high school, it wasn’t my best time, so to say I was surprised is an understatement. He swung by my house in his mustang and came inside for the meet n’ greet with my parents who he impressed with his deep voice and polite manners. And so I was very pleased with myself as I got into his car with him. But then I realised I didn’t know where we were going. He told me it was a surprise. We pulled up outside an old building. And before we got out he said to me, ‘Mary, I can tell you’re not like the other girls. You’re not pretty and you work hard and you’re really nice so I thought I could help you feel better about yourself.’ I was like Huh?! I was too shocked to say anything so I followed him into the derelict building. And I found myself among people dressed in suits holding books and there were candles everywhere. My ‘date’ told me to kneel on one of the many rugs on the dirty floor and I did it. And then I went through the most excruciating two hours of my life. It was obvious to me within 5 minutes that my date was a member of a cult and he’d brought me to one of their gatherings. I won’t tell you what type of cult it was in case I’d offend anyone but there was chanting and bible-speak and I nearly peed my pants with fear. Finally he dropped me on my doorstep in one piece, I was so grateful to make it out alive. And he said to me ‘Do you feel better about yourself now?’ And I said…..’Ummmmmmmm, thank you for a lovely evening but I like my religion’ and I bolted inside my house and locked the door.
ReplyDeleteI went on to spend the rest of the year ducking and diving whenever I saw the poor guy in the school halls
Yuck, the date from hell. I so don’t want to dredge this up but for this prize I’ll have to.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was seventeen, my sister set me up with Jack, a friend of my sister’s boyfriend for Valentine‘s Day. I wish my sister had actually met Jack before setting us up but nothing I can do about it now.
First of all there was the B.O. My Lord, did that boy stink! I’d put money on it that Jack had never been introduced to a bath in his life. I could smell him before he rang the doorbell.
Then there was the state he was in. Still drunk from the night before, dressed in stretchy blue pants covered with brownish stains (I do not want to know) and a reddish pink shirt that did nothing to hide the enormous sweat stains under his arms. His breath smelled of cheesy Doritos and the first and only thing he said to me that night was ‘Ya comin’?’
That was it. No ‘nice to meet you’ or anything like that. I should have refused to go anywhere with him, but being the polite person that I am I followed him to his disgusting, dust covered, insect-infested Ford Escort. I can’t believe I got into the car but I did. And then I had to put on the slime-covered seatbelt (safety first) while I was surrounded by filth and the stench of God-knows-what. I thought I was gonna catch a disease. The car ride itself was terrifying. Thinking back, the guy was probably stoned out of his mind but I was too young and naïve to tell. As soon as we reached a red light I made a run for it. I ran and ran and ran all the way home. I thought the guy was following me but he probably hadn’t even noticed that I was gone.
I didn’t speak to my sister for a month.
The best Valentine's Day I ever had was last year. After years of forgetting, my husband came home with the works. Flowers, candy, a big,beautiful card, and some other little gifts. It was like it was my birthday. But the best part was that he remembered all by himself.
ReplyDeleteSandra Brittingham
My worst Valentine's ever would have to be when I was in 5th grade.
ReplyDeleteI liked this cute blond jock, R., (also in 5th grade), he had a box of chocolate candy for 1 girl in class. I just KNEW I was that girl so I made up a bunch of Valentine's day cards and put them in his school Valentine's bag.
Imagine my HORROR when he picked another girl as his girlfriend & gave her the box of candy and the rest of my class had a good laugh at ALL the Valentine's cards I gave him. The trials of school! (Laugh)
I saw R. years later at a class reunion, I had the last laugh, Mr. Jock is Rotund, bald and divorced several times. Oh Well!
My worst Valentine's day was the year my ex and I divorced. He'd been cheating and denying it for months and we hadn't been living together since Christmas. Then, he shows up on Valentine's Day dressed up, carrying a single red rose and asking me to dinner.
ReplyDeleteI invited him in and he followed me to the kitchen. There, I stuffed the rose, petals first, down the garbage disposal and turned it on.
Needless to say, dinner was off.
My worst Valentine's day was the year my ex and I divorced. He'd been cheating and denying it for months and we hadn't been living together since Christmas. Then, he shows up on Valentine's Day dressed up, carrying a single red rose and asking me to dinner.
ReplyDeleteI invited him in and he followed me to the kitchen. There, I stuffed the rose, petals first, down the garbage disposal and turned it on.
Needless to say, dinner was off.
My best Valentine's Day was when a very special friend that I did not realize really liked me romantically sat his violin case in front of me during the lunch break. Perplexed, I looked at it and then him and he said, "Open for a sweet song". So I did.. and in it was one long stemmed red rose and a little card that said "Could we make sweet music together?" Wow, was I surprised. That was a very sweet time in my life and very much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteHi Shannon!
ReplyDeleteUmmm...We just exchange cards. LOL Not very romantic is it. I am going to give him some balloons and a little teddy bear I found with a heart on it's pay tomorrow. He doesn't know and I'm going to suprise him at work. *grin* Phylis
I like to be whisked away to somewhere romantic like Venice or France for a romantic getaway.
ReplyDeleteYOu guys are soo awesome! Just check out all these stories that can help guys get it right next time.
ReplyDeleteNow for the winner...
ReplyDeleteLIZ!!! You win!!!!!!!!! Congratulations. Send me your mailing address at barval1highvision.net And I'll send out your package!
Shannon
LIZ...! Send off that e-mail to barval1 @ highvision.net with your address. (sorry I put the wrong address down- I was just soooooo excited for you. LOL)
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