- It definitely left a bad taste in my mouth.
- The waitress was like, "Sorry girl."
And I'm like, "Girl, you knew what you was doing, bye."
- I was like, "This sucks!"
(sultry music)
- I am a college student.
And I think that Valentine's Day kind
of brings these grand expectations.
What ends up happening is you get disappointed sometimes.
- I'm a musician and actress.
Valentine's Day is for the birds.
- I'm a voiceover artist and drama teacher.
Overall, I've yet to have a pretty solid,
good Valentine's Day.
- I am a writer and producer.
Although I think Valentine's Day is over commercialized,
I do actually like the feeling that people go
out of there way to be a little bit kinder to one another.
- This was my high school boyfriend.
I was what I thought to be very in love.
So it was February and we had been fighting
for a really long time already.
For a while, I had been suspecting
that he was hiding something from me.
And I was getting to a point where I knew
I couldn't trust this guy.
It's Friday the 13th, I had been fighting with him all week,
and I was texting him and being like,
"I really wanna see you.
"I know we made plans for Valentine's Day tomorrow
"and I don't know if we're gonna go on that date.
"I wanna make sure and confirm, I wanna see you.
"We're fighting."
He ends up telling me, "Don't come over.
"I can't see you right now."
I thought that was weird.
I'm like, "You know what, I'm gonna show up.
"I'm gonna go and see you to talk
"about what's going for Valentine's Day."
So I arrive and right of the bat, things are just weird.
He doesn't let us go into his room,
which was the routine.
We'd go to his room, we'd talk.
He physically blocked me from leaving the living room.
We're stuck in the living room and I'm sobbing
and crying my heart out trying to say things like,
"I don't know why you're acting so weird!
"I caught you in this lie, I caught you in this lie!
"I don't know what's going on!"
I go home but I'm still feeling kind of weird
about the whole situation.
Valentine's Day, we had agreed we're
gonna get a breakfast date and start off the day together.
He arrived late to the date and that never happened.
This guy was super militant about being on time.
And I knew right away something was up.
When we got to the date, I looked into his eyes
and I was like, "I know you're not cheating on me,
"so please just tell me what's wrong."
And he just told me all of the pretty things,
"I care so much about you."
And this and that.
I ended up not believing him.
We ended up breaking up on the way back to my house.
So when he dropped me off, it was on his motorcycle.
(motorcycle engine revs)
So I took off the helmet and I was in tears,
just super dramatic about it.
It was a couple of weeks later and I had a girl
who would go to school with me confront me
about something that she knew.
And that she wanted to share with me.
Turns out she was hiding in one of the rooms
when I was there on Friday the 13th,
had heard everything that went down,
spent the night with him.
She had been told that I was a crazy (beep) by him,
that I was super manipulative,
and that I was this amazing actress when it comes
to crying my heart out.
The reason that he ended up late for our date was
because she had spent the night and he was dropping her off.
I actually ended up confronting him with that girl.
So we went over to his place.
I was furious.
I was in there being like, "You suck!
"I know what you did!
"I know that you did blah blah blah blah blah!"
I leave.
But what I ended up doing was tipping over his motorcycle.
He ended up calling the cops on me for that.
But nothing happened, so...
(laughs)
- This happened about eight years ago.
It was a guy that I've known for a really long time,
since we were younger.
He asked me out on a date.
And it happened to be for Valentine's Day.
I know him because back in the day we were, I guess teens.
And we were hanging out one night and then he left
and then literally the next day his mom called me like,
"He got arrested," and blah blah blah blah blah.
So I ended up having to go to court for him
to testify that he was with me and not robbing this guy
that he got arrested for.
He asked me out for Valentine's Day, which was cool.
So he picked me up and it was like maybe a five minute ride.
He looked cute.
You know, we had fun, we were just chatting it
up in the car.
We went to a sushi/nightclub.
And when we got there, it was a really big dance floor
when you first walk in.
And then on the right side, you go up the stairs
and there was another lounge area.
It was really cool.
Then we got there, music was playing.
The waitress comes over like, "Oh hey!"
You know, she already knew him.
So I'm like, "Okay, cool, he comes here a lot."
So she took his order, and then she came
to take my order.
And she said to me, "You know he comes here a lot
"with his girlfriend."
And I was just like...
"Okay."
So I look at him.
He didn't say anything.
He took his money out of his wallet
and he just put it on the table.
And he proceeded to get up and walk away.
So I'm thinking, "Okay, maybe he's mad
"or, I don't know."
So I'm like, okay, I'm sitting here waiting like,
well, hmm.
And at the same time, the waitress was like, "Sorry girl."
And I'm like, "Girl, you knew what you was doing, bye."
So I'm like, "Hold on, did he leave?"
I got up.
I went down the stairs and I look out the door.
He's like three blocks down.
And I'm like...
"This mother (beep) really left me."
Now mind you he's my ride.
So then I'm like, "(beep)."
I had to catch a cab home.
It's just crazy because I went to court for him.
But then you just left me at the club?
So fast forward like a year later,
I was walking down the street.
And I hear a car honk their horn.
And I look, it's him.
He's like, "Hey!"
And I was just like.
- I was in high school with my high school boyfriend.
We didn't really mesh well in terms of what we liked
to do together.
We were always going to the movies.
Kept pushing me to go to the movies.
And I'm more of an outdoorsy person.
I like to hike, I like to swim, I snow ski.
I tried to get him to do something, at least outside
for Valentine's Day.
I said, "Please can we do something different?
"Outside, please."
He said, "Okay, what do you suggest?"
And I said, "The beach!"
Perfect, simple, little good introduction.
Because, you know, we had never done anything outdoors
before together.
I thought it was gonna be, you know, easy, chill time
on the beach, but no.
On Valentine's Day, I'm just swimming under the waves.
As per usual and he is about I don't know 50 feet behind me.
I'm like, "Come on you can do it.
"Yeah, you can make it."
And he's like,
(sputters)
you know, doggy paddling behind me like this struggling.
And I'm like, "You grew up in Santa Monica,
"what's happening?
"Are you okay?"
I turn back again, and suddenly he's bolting up the sand
for some reason.
And I'm like,
"Okay, what the (beep) is happening right now?"
I catch up.
He's at a trash can by the time I get there.
And he is throwing up his guts.
Like three time, he's like
(gagging)
and going like, "One second, one second."
I waited what felt like forever, maybe a couple of minutes.
And then I finally ask him after he's done,
"What happened?"
And he says, I swallowed too much salt water.
"What?
"You grew up in Santa Monica, you should be able to swim.
"And you should also know to not swallow the salt water
"or open your mouth when you're going under the waves!"
Because it was our first time outdoors together,
doing something outdoorsy, he kind of wanted to impress me.
I appreciate his effort.
After he threw up, he was really, really embarrassed.
He was kind of an insecure person to begin with,
and this just topped everything.
We had to just sit down, I told him, "It's okay."
He kept asking me, "Are you embarrassed,
"are you embarrassed right now, about me, or for me?
"Or because you're with me?"
I was like, "No, no, it's okay."
I didn't want to make him feel bad,
especially on Valentine's Day.
So we just chilled on the towels.
After I get to his car and he's about to leave.
He decides to kiss me goodbye.
He's into really deep throating tongue kissing.
He did not rinse out his mouth before doing that.
Tongue kissing mixed with the leftover flavoring
of his barf?
I bolted straight inside and I grabbed that toothbrush.
I must have put that toothbrush down throat
so far, that it might have hit my stomach too,
and cleaned it out.
Because that's how disgusting I felt after that.
It definitely left a bad taste in my mouth.
- So there was a guy at my high school
that was really into me.
And I could not have been into him less.
He kept asking me out in all these different ways.
And we were both in plays
and so he would do weird things on stage.
And then he'd text me and be like, "Did you notice that?"
And I'd be like, "I hate you."
I really just not into him at all.
He just tried to be a bunch of people that he wasn't.
One Valentine's Day, when I was 16,
I got to my first period class,
and there was this singing lobster.
And the lobster was still in box
and it had a price tag on it.
And I was like, "This sucks."
He had this poster board.
I remember it had cutouts of Scarface on it.
It was as if someone had taken lipstick
and kissed Scarface on the lips.
And in marker, it said, "Will you be my Valentine?"
And I knew it was from him.
And I was like, "Nah, man, I'm not gonna do that."
When somebody is trying really hard
and you don't find it romantic,
it's just unbelievably annoying.
The day went on and I was, you know, just irritated.
I guess as a hail Mary or a final attempt
to win me over or something, he put 12 or 13 roses
on my windshield on my car, and a box of chocolates.
And I walked to my car in the parking lot
and I knew it was from him, immediately.
So I'm, again, very angry.
I took the flowers and I threw them on the ground.
And the chocolate I threw on the ground,
'cause I was just like, "I don't wanna deal with this."
And nobody was around, it was just me being dramatic.
I wasn't doing it to try to be cool,
I was just so over it.
I took them, I threw them on the ground,
I get in my car and I reverse and then move forward
and I here a pop and then I hear a,
(hissing)
And I was like, "That's a funny sound."
So I just kind of keep driving for maybe a foot
and then I hear
(squealing)
So then I get out of my car and one of the thorns
in the rose petals had popped my tire.
So I was even more angry because I, again,
didn't wanna be with this person, was so angry
that he left me flowers, 'cause I felt guilty,
and then they popped my tire.
And it was my fault, it was all my fault.
So I had to get a AAA guy to come.
And I had to tow my car, I had to get a new tire.
And I didn't end up getting home 'til like nine o'clock.
So little did I know that he was there for about 20 minutes,
watched me throw the roses on the ground,
watched me throw the chocolate on the ground,
watched me run it over like a jackass and then pop my tire.
And then he left and then I'm presuming went to go,
I don't know, write some poetry or feel bad for himself.
And now he is my husband.
He still definitely holds it over my head.
Every time Valentine's Day rolls around,
it just makes me laugh because I really wanted nothing
to do with him at that point in my life
and now he is my whole life.
(cheerful music)