Worst Valentine’s Day: Story 2

Posted by Guest Author - 12/02/10 at 08:02 am

And here is another story from a new guest blogger to whet your broken heart Valentine’s Day palete…join us again for another WORST V-DAY (dun dun dun DUN!)

Valentine’s Day (Year Unknown)

As Valentine’s day approaches each year, I am visited by the ghosts of Valentine’s Past.  Why, you ask?  Oh, haha, let me tell you…

My Dearest and I had been dating, oh, maybe about 6 months or so, and for Valentine’s Day he suggested taking me to one of his favorite restaurants.   This is where I should mention that Dearest had very recently gone through a rather nasty “divorce” (so to speak) with his ex-girlfriend.  So, the restaurant is lovely, we are enjoying a nice martini and I decide to visit the ladies room.   While I was in the stall, another couple of ladies come out of their respective stalls and start chatting with a third person…  And “Oh My God,” I recognize the Ex’s voice.  A quick peek through the stall confirms that it is, indeed, her.  Worse, the Ex and her MOTHER are explaining to the third party that they just got their hair done and are having a special Mother-Daughter Valentine’s Day date (Doh!  Because the Ex is, well, very recently single).

They carry on this conversation for at least 10 minutes and, meanwhile, I am in the stall…waiting.  They finally leave, finally, and as I walk back to our table I see that Ex and her Mother have run into Dearest and are seemingly chatting…in a friendly enough manner.  I decide to give them a few moments… mostly because I didn’t want to face them.  After gathering my courage, I headed back to the table.  The Ex gave me the “I don’t even see you” withering glance, and, yes, I got a death-stare from the mother as they passed me to walk out of the restaurant.  Nobody should ever, EVER be death-stared by a current boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s mother!   Ah yes, I should have guessed that Dearest would take me to a favorite restaurant that  he would have discovered and enjoyed… with the Ex.

I do have to admit, the whole “mother death-eye” thing put a real damper on the rest of the evening, but it also became a great story and private joke between us.  Since that fateful Valentine’s, I typically prefer dining-in and making a special evening at home.   Just because!

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