The Best Time I Got Dumped on Valentine's Day

Sophomore year of college Valentine's, I was "dating" a cute, blonde, and not-so-into-me punk rock boy. He had called to say that he wanted to come over to my apartment and see me that V-Day night, and I was sure it was so he could proclaim his love and probably surprise me with a romantic gift, even though we'd spent the previous weekend in his hometown together and it was iffy at best. Beginning weeks before, I had set about painstakingly making him a hand-painted wooden box as a Valentine's Day gift — the top of which was a mosaic of tiny multicolored pieces cut from magazine pages [...]



