The v word

I always refrain from saying this word at all costs. It is hyper rated, hyper stupid and hyper hyped! Valentines day. Thankfully it is over. Now, my beef for the V word is so much more than my raging envy of those that are in love. No. It’s about this one Valentines Day that I went out with this loser. Note to self: seriously, stop calling other people losers
Like most guys I have dated, we had very little in common. Which means we argued every time we went out. I wanted to dance, he didn’t, I knew cool people, he didn’t, I dressed well, he didn’t. So on this day valentines, we go out, have one of those arguments. He wanted to go away, I wanted to stay and party some more. At which point he sat in a corner and sulked and eventually left.

The nerve of the guy. Leaving me in a bar alone. So at 3am, tired of hanging with my super cool friends, I decided to leave. Only my date had left, which means I had no ride. By this time, I was super mad. So I decided to walk and cool it off. Feeling invincible from all that Bond7 I had been binging on all nite, I headed on home alone feeling too cool for school.

I must have still had some wits about me coz on the way I picked up a stone for PROTECTION. I sensed someone following me and increased my pace. Soon after, some foul smelling, shabby teenager grabbed me from behind. Remembering the rock I had picked up, I turned and threw it in his face. He ducked and I watched helplessly as it flew past. I struggled best as I could but he was too strong for me and before I knew it, I had been toppled to the ground. That is when I realized in horror that it was not my possessions he was after.

I never thought I was capable of screaming so loud. I screamed as I kicked and pushed as the boy brought his face closer to mine. I cannot begin to describe the terror that gripped me just then. Just then a taxi approached from a gas station 200m away and the boy ran away. I sat there crying and shaking and finally made my way to wandegeya, found a bar, sat at a counter and ordered for a bottle of Bond7 and sat at the counter crying till morning.

The weird thing is that to this day, I am haunted most by the nauseating smell of my assailant than the senseless thing he almost did to me. Since then, all my valentines days smell really bad.