How We're Spending Our V-Day.
I’m fresh off the plane and recovering from an 11 hr Sex And The City binge, a fitting choice considering it would be V-Day a few sleeps later. Despite being a universally celebrated occasion, the reactions are somewhat polarising, because you’re either in a relationship….or you aren’t? You’re either a Carrie Bradshaw, the hopeless romantic awaiting her prince (or new Vuitton bag) or a Samantha who warns ‘if you turn into one of those married assholes, I’ll kill you.’ You Pick.
My case in point, if we can’t all agree on what it means to be a valentine, we can agree that hearing about other nightmare experiences is a better way to spend the night, for both sides. Normally, when it comes to the worst of them, few places beat the silver screen- it’s not all just happy endings in their portrayal of the dating scene and heck- they had to get their ideas from somewhere?
Me? I’m 25 and have had the same Valentine since I was 13. Boringgggggggg. Yesterday we asked Hatrik readers about their nightmare date stories- the good, the bad and the ugly. The reaction below…our real life Sex and The City script.
So, if your romantic reality started with a car crash and ends in walking out of a date altogether, take solace in the fact that you’re not the first, nor the last - and please for our sake, save the story for next year.
And as Samantha says…Happy F**king Valentines.
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