Well, it is! Here's my story. Last night, Valentines day, I was feeling like crap since school problems (you all know what it was). I was headed towards my room to cry myself to sleep (an old ritual) when I remembered that mom's BF was going to take us to red lobster. So, I got ready to go and put down my chocolates (Whittman's sampler, which John gave me) and headed towards the door, my coat on halfway.
Well, once we got there, we found out that there was an Hour wait for a table, 30 minutes for a seat at the bar. So, we waited for about 5 minutes (which was enough for Mom to drive me to the point that I wanted to leave in a fit). So, I went to the bathroom, and I prayed to god. I asked him to help me keep my patience with Mom. Well, 2 minutes later, John was holding the devises they have there (the one that buzzes when your table is ready) and it started buzzing. We were shocked!
50 minutes later (yes, we are SLOW eaters), we order our deserts. Amy (my sister) goes to the bathroom. When she exits the bathroom, she hears the hostess, "Teresa, table of 4, your table is ready!" We must've gottten someone else's buzzer when we recieved one.
(from the future) Believe this, I'll actually have a boyfriend! I can't believe it myself.
Anyways, what's with this day? It's just a day where the guy buys some chocolates in hopes that someone will sleep w/ him. "hey, here's some chocolates. SLEEP WITH ME!!!" he's just a =3.
"here's a rose. LET'S HAVE SEX!" again, that guy's probably too fat from eating his own godiva chocolate that he pounds down every day. Probably doesn't get any anyway. haha!
(watches someone walk up to the chocolates, says "yes!" and looks around... ooh. lol!)