::CONTEST:: For your Valentine!

We have teamed up with our friends at Groovy Groomsmen Gifts for a giveaway for your Valentine! 

Rules:
Please comment below on the WORST Valentine experience you have ever had. For example, on a memorable Valentine’s Day in college – I surprised my Valentine with a basket full of homemade treats and found him in bed with some chickadee. No one was stabbed by Cupid’s arrow and I am much better off, so thank you universe!!!!
Leave your name and email and we will select a winner with the “best” story! The winner gets their choice between one of these personalized items:

Brides and Grooms – Don’t forget to check out their selection of gifts to give to your wedding party to show your appreciation of their friendship. CUSTOM BOBBLE HEADS…anyone?

Can’t WAIT to hear your stories of love,
Gina

14 Responses

  1. Whitt
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    19 February 2017 at 3:49 pm

    All of these stories are perfectly horrible. We all survived those Valentine’s Day blues and are better for it.
    It was a hard decision (THEY WERE ALL SO GOOD) we decided Megan is the winner of The Groovy Groomsmen gift! Megan, my team will be in touch! Congrats!

  2. wendee
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    15 February 2017 at 9:41 pm

    Three words — Period. White jeans.

    6th grade. First time I got my period was on Valentine’s Day. Thankfully it was toward the end of the day but the entire bus ride home I didn’t sit cause I didn’t want to bleed on the seat.

    • Whitt
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      17 February 2017 at 11:54 am

      WENDEE! Ugh. The. Worst.

  3. Lucrecia Rodriguez
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    15 February 2017 at 1:17 pm

    I had talked to this guy for a few weeks on Myspace. We had good conversations, and he seemed smart and funny. So he finally asked me out on our first date on Valentine’s. We had never met in person, and he asked me to meet him at a Wendy’s because it was by his office. That day, super nervous, I show up to Wendy’s (lovely place for a first date btw). I see him and notice that he did not look anything like his pictures. I walk up to him, kind of nervous, and ask him if we should go order something to eat. Well, he then tells me that he had already eaten, that he was too hungry and could not wait for me. So I walk to the register to order my food (and paid for it). Then, I go back to the table, and while I am eating he says: “Can I borrow $200 from you? I need to make my car payment”. I was STUNNED. I felt like I was in a Punk’d episode!!! I told him I didn’t have the money, said goodbye, and left. Needless to say, I never returned any of his calls or messages.

    • Whitt
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      17 February 2017 at 11:56 am

      WENDY’S – O. M. G. I don’t know what’s worse, that or the $$$ request 😉

  4. Cheri
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    15 February 2017 at 11:17 am

    I got dumped by my 8th grade boyfriend who was the “love of my life” because we were together for 3 months and really liked making out, obviously that’s all you need 😉
    I spent Valentines Day listening to Tiffany’s “Could’ve Been” and cried my eyes out. We stayed friends and still joke about it now.

    • Whitt
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      17 February 2017 at 11:55 am

      My song was “Unanswered Prayers” by Garth. I feel your pain, sister!

  5. Meg
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    15 February 2017 at 10:53 am

    My first college boyfriend was a huge disappointment in every way, and Valentine’s Day was no exception. For my gift to him, I planned a romantic getaway to Houston…a beautiful afternoon at the butterfly garden (I spent more time with the Japanese tourists taking photos of the butterfly that took up permanent residence on my forehead), expensive dinner at Americas (great food, hardly talked), and a luxury suite at a fancy hotel (he asked why we didn’t stay at the even higher end hotel).

    After an excruciating dinner, he handed me my gift, which was my very first Valentine’s present from a boy EVER! Although the rest of the day was a bust, I was sure this was going to be the thing to turn our night around. Maybe even our relationship! I carefully unwrapped the little gift and opened the box to reveal a gold necklace with a heart pendant with diamonds. Like the one you would see on a generic Kay Jewelers commercial. And it was GOLD! Did I mention diamonds?!? A quick snapshot of the 18 year old me: I didn’t wear any gold in 1997. Silver and/or hemp jewelry only, band tees, Doc Martens, and thrift store finds. Gold was for OLD people. Diamonds were for the country club crowd. I was horrified! How could I have spent seven months with someone who knew me so little? I tried not to show any emotion. We went back to the hotel and he went to sleep immediately. I was happy at that point to have the Valentine’s suite upgrade because I could use the private living room to call one of my best friends, Heather, and cry about the terrible, horrible, no good heart necklace and the clueless boy who gave it to me. Then we sat on the line together as I sipped down an entire bottle of champagne, ate chocolate covered strawberries, and watched When Harry Met Sally in its entirety.

    The next morning was just as bad—we went to a nice brunch at the hotel and he literally opened up the newspaper so wide that it was like a partition between us. I was totally annoyed but so happy with not having to look at his stupid face.

    Fast forward a few weeks later, when my relationship was ended and my Valentine nightmare was starting to fade– Heather busts in to my room and had the scoop on my gaudy gift. Her boyfriend had gone with my boyfriend to do Valentine’s shopping. Apparently my boyfriend bought my necklace from department store employee who had stolen a bunch of stuff from his employer. So my gift was 100% stolen merchandise. Color me livid! So, since my frontal lobe hadn’t fully developed yet and I was completely incapable of foreseeing negative consequences, you better believe I found out which store it was and marched right up there. I handed it over to the sales associate and boldly exclaimed that it was a gift and it wasn’t my style and I would like store credit please. $484 later, I felt like I earned it because of all my pain and suffering. That boy was the worst. And besides, the portable DVD player I wound up purchasing was much more “me” than that necklace ever was.

    • Whitt
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      17 February 2017 at 11:55 am

      I love the thug life, ha!

  6. Jenny DeMarco
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    14 February 2017 at 2:56 pm

    So in the 5th grade, I had a “boyfriend” (which meant we sat next to each other at the lunch table where the girl’s end and boys end met together in the middle) The word on the playground was that I was going to get a very special valentines day present from him and be “ready”. It was also the day of our 50’s sock hop at school – my first boy/girl school dance! I thought…”omg, he is going to give me my first ever KISS…Valentine’s day 1990 would go down in history as the day I was first kissed by a boy! So in an effort to be properly prepared, I practiced on my arm, in the mirror, on my pillow and also purchased a heart box of chocolate of Russells Stover’s finest. Well the big day comes, heart-shaped chocolate box is in my backpack ready and waiting. In class, I could see my valentines day box was full of cards and most notably, an extra BIG card from my “love” which I was 100 percent sure had a rendezvous location in the cafeteria during the sock hop where he would plant a super romantic long kiss, just like I had practiced, on my virgin lips. So I open the card which to only find this mysterious message that says “You are out, You are bad.” WTF…what does that mean?! So I run off to the bathroom to cry and in my heartbroken despair learn that my BFF, Jenny Bartles, has gotten a similar card. But hers says “You are good, you are IN.” What?! And turned out subsequently he has to ask HER to the sock hop. I didn’t even know you had to be “asked”…I mean we were all going, it was held the last hour of school. What the hell happened here? Turns out also he was going to also give me a bloody toothbrush from when he lost his tooth but decided that was just a little too cruel. And the worst part…she said YES!!! Obviously, we hadn’t learned girl code yet at this point in our social development. So I spent the entire sock hop in the bathroom, …and I really liked 50’s music too! Like I know every word to every song because it was the only thing my dad ever listened to in the car. I was DEV-I-STATED! That night I told my dad what happened and gave him the heart-shaped box of chocolates (which I had bought with my own money btw). I didn’t want it to go to waste. He just hugged me and we sat on the couch and ate the chocolate together. He also made some joke about being “leftover” chocolate but he would take it anyway 😉 Gotta love dad jokes. The good news is both my 5th-grade love and Jenny Bartles are definitely NOT married to each other. That relationship ended a few weeks later. But both of them turned out to be great human beings despite their error in judgment on that fateful day.

    • Whitt
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      14 February 2017 at 3:10 pm

      OMG, Jenny! I love you. This is so great and made me a little teary eyed….someone better not do this to one of our little ladies!

    • Diana
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      16 February 2017 at 1:54 pm

      awwww, stupid boys!!! except your dad, i love him. This was indeed a tragically memorable valentine’s day.

  7. Diana
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    14 February 2017 at 2:53 pm

    So I had gone out to dinner/drinks with the person I was dating at the time – and *cough* (don’t look dad) and I spent the night out. I came home to find my house had been broken into. My fridge and freezer were wide open, back sliding door and side door – both open. Come to find out all that had been taken was a likely very stale chocolate cake that had been in the back of my fridge for a couple of weeks. I’m pretty sure the intruders got startled and dropped the cake on the floor and ran out the back – so the dogs happily finished it off! This was evidenced by the sparkling clean cake platter and two forks on the floor in the kitchen. They had pulled out a bottle of champagne to get to the cake and left it unopened on the counter..there were pictures on my desk from a recent boudoir session that appeared to be untouched. The police came out and checked for fingerprints, but came to the conclusion that it was likely very young kids that came thru my dog door, bored and looking for something to do, because their parents were out for Valentine’s Day.

    • Whitt
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      14 February 2017 at 3:12 pm

      This is a GREAT one, I mean, for being a horrible one! And I hope Ward doesn’t read this…but he isn’t exactly my target demographic 😉

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