My First Ever ‘Real’ Valentines Day (And Why I’m A Rubberhead)
Can you remember your first real Valentines Day – that one where you got something or gave something for the first time?
Our family has never done this crap where your Mum sends you a card. Aside from hearing the ‘Deliverance’ banjo’s in my head even thinking about that, I suspect it cheapens real love and its meaning, and no doubt turns you into some cold selfish monster, with no appreciation of love from a partner.
Hehehe – how many readers has that lost me then??
Seriously though, the first time…
In the Summer holiday before I started Middle School (which made me 9), I met a girl who lived in my village, and fancied her straight away. Her Dad raced karts, and she showed me her garage with his kart in – err, that sounds really bad! Anyway, when I started school, I saw her again, but she was in a different class. Being young and stupider, I admired her from afar, and never approached her.
A few years later, I finally spoke to her, and it turned out that wasn’t the same girl I’d met before school. In fact, maybe I dreamed that whole thing, because I never saw a girl near that house again (and I rode past a lot on my bike that Summer!!!). Spooky, but back to the point we must go:
It was the fourth and final year of Middle School when I finally plucked up some courage. We were in the same class the year before and also for the fourth year, so I had spoken to her. I used to piss her off and she’d smack me in the balls – it was true love!
I decided to use my Ninja skills and send her a Valentines Card.
I carefully cut all the letters I needed out of a newspaper, and like some kind of demented kidnapper, used sticky tape (we didn’t have glue) to put them all in an anonymous card. It was probably something a little like this:
It seemed like a great idea at the time, ok? It’s only looking back now that I’m surprised she didn’t report me to the Police!!!
I snuck the card into her desk unnoticed, and watched and waited as she discovered it and puzzled over who had sent it.
She didn’t know I had a major crush on her, and my friends knew even less!
Still, later in the day she confronted me with it. She looked a bit surprised, but really happy with it (bet she’s into bondage and kidnapping fantasies now), and asked me to my face if I’d sent her it.
And so I point-blank denied it!!!
I still kick myself for that today! I was terrified at the thought of admitting that to her, so I didn’t!!!
Maybe she knew, maybe she didn’t… either way, I’m a -ing rubberhead.
A few months later she ended up with someone else at a school disco, and that was my first heartbreak….
A very hard lesson learned, as we went to different high schools, and I never saw her again – apart from one weird psychic dream incident that I saw her after, but was too shocked to speak to her and she never saw me…
7 years later I still thought and dreamed about her. I like to think that after all that time, it taught me NEVER to sit and say nothing again.
Get out there, and send that girl or boy you fancy a Valentines Card – and SIGN IT from you!!!
What have you got to lose? You’ll regret it if you don’t!
Umm, I wouldn’t recommend doing it in kidnapping style though… although… maybe there’s a great idea there for some ‘holding my heart hostage’ comment…
Hope you all have a great day, and send SOMEONE a card – it’ll make their day!
The girl concerned in this is now a friend on Facebook. This blog is actually a repost from a few years ago, and I DID come clean and even gave her the link to this blog! She said she always suspected it was from me!