Vanessa for years has been alone on Valentine's Day, ever since 8th grade when the paperboy Melvin confessed his love for her. After breaking up with her boyfriend a week before Valentine's Day, she's decided she's going to be alone on Valentine's Day forever. Until her friend decides to set her up, and she finds true love in the most unexpected way.

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I sat alone in the kitchen, emptying the bag of chunky choco chip cookies I held in my hands. My face was red and streaming with tears, as the expired, stale cookies crumbled in my moaning mouth. I had once again "lost the love of my live", a week until Valentine's Day. I hadn't had a Valentine on the dreaded day since Melvin the nerdy paper boy confessed his love to me in 8th grade. I spat on him and ran off.

My best friend since High School, Angelina, came over and tried to calm me down.

"Don't worry!", Coped Angelina, "You were too good for him anyways!"
"B-b-b-but I loved him! And now a week before Valentine's day, he just throws me away! Probabaly for some prettier girl..." I sobed.
"Oh, don't think that! You're way prettier than anyone! You're better off without him." She reminded.
"But year, after year it's the same thing! I find some great...guy and right before Valentine's Day he dumps me! I haven't had a Valentine since 8th grade!"
"Oh! You mean Melvin the paper boy?!" Exclaimed Angelina, as she burst out laughing.
This just caused me to burst out crying even more.

"Look," Angelina started as we watched T.V, me still crying me eyes out uncontrollably. "I don't have a Valentine every year either!"
"Sure, you do." I pointed out. "Name one year you haven't."
Angelina took a moment to think about this. "What about 2 years ago, right after I broke it off with Brad?"
"Yeah, you broke up with Brad, and then the next day you started to date his brother!" I stated.
"Oh..right..." Murmured Angelina.
"It doesn't matter...I'll just go another year without anyone on Valentine's Day." I whined, and continued to cry.

"No!" Yelled Angelina. "We'll not let you go another year without a Valentine! I'll find you a guy, and you'll love him."
"Ohhh, no." I demanded. "There is no way I'm going on a blind date."
"Look look, I'll pick out 3 guys for you, have dinner with them, maybe a little hot tub, and then whichever guy you like the most, will be your valentine!"
"I don't know, Angelina, this doesn't seem like a good idea."
"Don't worry! I know you well. And trust me they'll be REALLY cute!"
I thought about it and decied, how could it hurt? So my first date was the next day.

The first "datee" was Maurice, a nerdy looking red head with a love for science, math and all things vampire. He tried to smooth talk his way the moment he got in, but failed terribly.
"Hey baby...um...are you a?...no wait...If I could rearange the alphabet..." He murmured on for about 5 minutes while Vanessa made spagaetti. So far, Angelina's promises weren't following through.

He went on to talk about aliens and vampires, as the night went on I got sleepier. Maurice was ming-numbing, and wasn't the Valetine type at all! He seemed to more interested in dating an alien then to date me! I tried to figure out in her head what planet Angelina got this guy from, as he went about the physics of Mercury or something else I didn't care about. I was so happy the night was over when he left...I didn't even want to know what the next two nights had in store for me.

The next evening, I couldn't even believe the guy who walked in. He struted in, wearing shiny royal blue pants and a balck dress shirt, un-buttoned at the top. He wore an ascott around his neck, and looked like he justcame through a time machine from the 70's. I almost burst out laughing when he walked in. This one was Phillipe, not "Phillip" like normal, but more like with a french accent.

The worst part had yet to come though. Besides his odd disco get-up and his obviously fake french accent, he seemed somewhat normal, especially compared to last night's date. We talked about sports, music, politics, the usual stuff. Then we got to dessert, where he took piece after piece of strawberry cheesecake and stuffed it down his throat. Then he would try to talk, and bits of crumbs would fly out into my face. I had one piece, he ate the other seven. When the cheesecake was finally gone, he slumped back in his chair and loosened his belt, to reveal his fat hanging off over his pants.

Needless to say, I skipped the hot tub part of the date, seeing this guy in a speedo would be worse than seeing my Great Aunt Tina naked! So with his fat, full belly, I sent him straight on home, and suggest he might buy a treadmill. I'd pay for it!

I was praying the last guy might be better than the first two, but no. After this guy I thought my standards might be too high. During dinner all he seemed to do was explain all the stories behind his tattoo's and piercings. He then told me he had the name of every girl he ever dated tattooed on his butt. He suggested maybe next week we could go and get my name tattooed in.

I of course suggested we not make that date...or date at all. I was almost afarid he was going to punch me in the face, but he silently just got up and left. I sat alone in the hot tub once again crying, tempted to run back into the house and dig into another bag of cookies...but unfourntunetly, I had no cookies left.

The next day, I called Angelina, angry, sad and confused. I ragged on her baout the three weirdos she set me up with and told her that I was still more hopeless than ever to find the right guy for Valentine's Day.
"You call those three weirdos CUTE?!" I screamed.
"I didn't actaully see them...I just called a dating service and they sent three guys to your house. I can set you up with another guy..." Defended Angelina.
"OH NO! You are never setting me up with anyone again!...Now I'll never have a Valentine...tomorrow's the 14th and..." She trailed off and started to cry softly.

The next day,my official least favorite day of the year, I lounged on a bench in the local part, softly whinging and sobbing about my miserbale love life, and life in general. I looked around the park watching people hold hands, skip and kiss. They whispered sweet nothings and exchnaged goofy gifts. I whispered to myself about how stupid it all looked, but secretly in the back of my mind I wanted that affection more than anything.

Suddenly a man approached my sobbing self.
Startled, I looked up. "Oh...*sniffle*...just thinking about how I'm alone on Valentine's Day. I'm the only one, and it seemes it'll be that way forever." I cried.
"You're not the only one," The man said in a soft voice. "I'm alone too."
"How is that possible?"

"Anything is possible. It's possible to alone, it's possible to be loved, it's also possible to find love." He smiled softly.
"Not possible for me..." I whined.
"Sure it is! Here, I'm alone and you're alone, so why don't we be alone together?"
Vanessa giigled and smile, as she then stared into his dark brown eyes.
"That would be wonderful."

And..so...well..let's just say that from that day on, I was never alone on Valentine's Day again. And truly was, the greatest day of the year.


THE END

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