WORST DATE IN AMERICA FINALIST: Valentine’s Day Don’t
College in the 80s was more a series of hookups than relationships so when I was asked out by BP after a class, in the daylight, totally sober, on a real date, I was thrilled and flattered. He admitted that he had been watching me for close to a year and had wanted to ask me out but every time he worked up the nerve his ex-girlfriend would reappear and they would get back together. After three months of dating without her reappearance, I was pretty confident that she was gone for good.
I felt we were ready to get really serious with each other as Valentine’s Day approached. We made plans to meet at the local hot spot with other couple friends when he got off work. I went a little early with the girls dressed to kill with my hair just the way he liked it, the perfume he loved, ready to be in love on Valentine’s Day for the first time ever. I saw his truck pull into the parking lot and got myself ready for some lip smacking.
He walked in with….insert drum roll here…..with the ex-girlfriend on his arm. She had shown up at the game he was reffing and she decided that they should get back together. What a great guy to “tell” me in public, in front of all our friends, at a place I loved, on Valentine’s Day, that I was dumped! I now wear a black armband on Valentine’s Day every year.



