Valentine's Days of the Past

I hate Valentine's Day. With a passion. In the past my day would consist of me just rolling my eyes, and mumbling under my breath about stupid flowers, people in love, and chocolate. I never had a reason to like it. I know. Im just a bitter girl. I wont deny it. I don't care. Say what you want. I am comfortable with my bitterness.

V-day 2009 was especially horrible for me and reconfirmed my reasons for hating the Day of Love. (no need to expand on why it was so horrible. just trust me.) 2010 wasn't so bad. i mostly forgot about the day. maybe because it was a Sunday, and i like Sundays and didn't see oodles of people receiving presents and signs of affection. I dont know. I thought i was getting better...haha. lets be real.

This year, I told myself i would be fine. i told myself the day would be okay, and i wouldn't care. I probably made it about an hour and a half into being awake before the bitterness started to creep in. On top of that it was a monday, and mondays are never good days. They really are manic. Work is always nuts on mondays and people, like me, were especially in a bad mood on the phone. the last thing i wanted to deal with, right?

(Keep reading, things turn around, promise...)

I took my lunch break around 3pm that day and went tanning so i could get in a quick nap in the bed and relax a little. haha. As i was walking back to my car this guy started talking to me in the parking lot. He was attractive, and seemed to be hitting on me. hmmm.... i didn't pay too much attention though and kept walking. But he just kept talking to me. So i stopped, turned around and walked back to him to see what he could possibly want with me. I had no make-up on. I was a little sweaty from tanning, and probably had an angry look on my face. haha. after talking to him for a few minutes he asked me for my phone number. now, for those of you who know me, this is not the first time a guy has asked me for my number in a completely random public place. Sometimes i say okay. other times, i just tell them no. i'm not afraid to. I don't care. i will never see them again. why should i care if i bruise their egos a little, right? but i felt okay about him. like i said, he was attractive. and had an accent. yeah, love me some accents. so i give him my number. He called me that night after work and asked me out for the following Saturday.

To make a long story short, the last two and a half weeks have been kinda crazy. i have talked to him almost everyday either on the phone, or we have hung out. we have been on a couple dates. he is a complete gentleman and treats me really well. my roommate loves him, and just shook her head when she saw him the first time. She told me the other day i have finally met someone who is up to my caliber. haha. not sure that is true, but I'll take the compliment.

Tonight on the phone he called himself my boyfriend. so i guess i have a boyfriend. :) I mentioned something the other day about how he hit on me for the first time on V-day. He didnt even realize it was Valentine's Day at the time. Pffff...guys...right? its a pretty cute little story, though, and now i finally have a reason to not hate Valentine's Day. Yeaaaaaahh!

His name is Abdoul. He is not from the US (hence the accent previously mentioned). He is originally from Burkina Faso. For those of you who are asking yourself if that is a real place...it is. It is a country in west Africa. No worries, i didn't know either. He is an American citizen as of 7 days ago, as well. He has lived all over the world, mostly Europe (other than Africa), and speaks 7 languages. He is crazy! and i love it!

Way to go Valentine's Day 2011. You rocked my face off this year!