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I had been dating â€śMattâ€ť for about eight months when Valentineâ€™s Day rolled around. He was tall, handsome, and shared a few key interests with me, which at 19 years old was just about all I needed in a relationship.
This particular Valentineâ€™s Day, in lieu of a â€śboringâ€ť simple dinner, I decided to go all-out in my planning. I landed on a day trip to a zoo a few hours away, and Matt agreed it would be a fun date. I prepared myself for what was sure to be the Best Valentineâ€™s Day Ever. (Oh, teenage optimism.)
Looking back, there were clues that day that Matt was feeling…off. While usually very sweet and considerate, this day he was, for lack of a better term, a butthead.
Instead of waiting for me to descend a long staircase slowly (I had an injured knee), he laughed at my speed and sprinted to the bottom, then tapped his toe and huffed impatiently while I finished carefully limping down. When I snapped a photo of him in front of the baby giraffesâ€”a sight that should fill anyone with happiness and warm fuzziesâ€”he gave a painful wince of a smile. At one point he told me that I smelled terrible. After a sneaky armpit/breath check, I responded that I smelled fine, and was it perhaps the aroma of monkey poop from the cage he was standing next to that stank? (Spoiler: it was.)
Still, I thought we could salvage the crummy day with a ride in the skyway boxes that traveled over the zoo before we left. While waiting in the long line, I finally asked what was wrong with him today. He turned away and answered, â€śCan we please not talk about this right now?â€ť My stomach dropped as it finally hit me.
â€śYouâ€™re going to break up with me, arenâ€™t you?â€ť
Matt explained his reasoningâ€”declining interest in me and a desire to â€ślive upâ€ť his college experienceâ€”while I broke into uncontrollable high-pitched sobs and our neighbors in line tried their best to avert their eyes. Yes, we were â€śthat couple.â€ť
I cried the whole 2 Â˝ hours home, at which point Matt handed me my (non-returnable) Valentineâ€™s Day gift: a sterling silver necklace, with little cubic zirconia in the shape of a circle. I looked up at him with what was probably murder in my eyes.
â€śDo you know what this is?â€ť I asked through gritted teeth.
â€śItâ€™s a necklace.â€ť
â€śItâ€™s a freaking eternity necklace. You give it to symbolize that youâ€™ll love that person forever.â€ť
Shit indeed. Needless to say, the rest of my evening involved a hot bath and crying into ice cream like a sad clichĂ©.
The story has a happy ending, though. Today Matt and I are on good terms, and he has since apologized profusely for his terrible timing. I, in turn, have accepted that maybe a simple dinner is an okay Valentineâ€™s date after all.