Monday, February 7, 2011

Vomit Day #2: Not A Top 10

If my first Vomit Day story was humiliating, then this one should rank fairly high on the pathetic scale.

The week leading up to Vomit Day during my sophomore year in high school was an exciting one. A friend of mine decided to set me up with this truly gorgeous senior.  After pointing me out to him in the hall, he relayed his interest, and the road to my first decent Vomit Day was well underway.

He got my number from her, saying he would call me on Valentine's Day, and if things went well, he would ask me to a movie that night.

Wow! A date on Vomit Day with Adonis-senior-guy! Finally, a high school dream date coming true! And on my least favorite day of the year!!!!

February 14th: I turned my ringer on high, spent hours picking out my outfit (just in case said Vomit Day conversation turned into a date), and waited...and waited...and waited...


Me: "Hello?"

Friend: "Aw, you answered the phone so sweetly! Has he called yet?"

Me: "No, not yet."

Friend: "Well, he will, just hang tight."

Not long after Friend called, my mom and dad knocked on my bedroom door with my Valentine's Day gift in hand. They gave me a CD...a soundtrack, to be more specific. I immediately placed it in my stereo and listened. Read on to find out which me when say this CD was the metaphorical dagger.

By 10:00 p.m., I knew he wasn't going to call. To this day, I can see myself sitting in my bed, staring at my carefully planned outfit all laid out, listening to my Valentine's CD from mom and dad, with my little pink phone by my side. Sad.

By 11:30 p.m., I was crying...while listening to...drum roll please...

The Bodyguard Soundtrack.  You know, the one with I Will Always Love You---a favorite of manic depressives back in the day.

Yep. I was stood up/shafted/ditched on Valentine's Day, while listening to Whitney Houston belt one of the most depressing songs of all time, second only to All By Myself

Oh, but there's more to this story! If I thought I couldn't feel any worse about myself, I was about to learn otherwise.

Turns out Adonis-senior-guy asked around about me prior to calling.  He found out my name wasn't on the list of top ten sophomore sluts. 

I believe his exact words to Friend were, "She just doesn't have the right name."

In fact, after a little digging, Friend found out that this guy "needed some kind of sex" on the first date, so he would never take a chance on a "good girl."

Bottom Line: He ditched me because my name wasn't on a list of sluts. It didn't matter that he thought I was cute; it didn't matter about my personality.  He didn't care.  He needed sex, and I didn't have the right name.

It's so pathetic, it's actually amusing. I mean, who gets stood up on Vomit Day for not having the right name?

Ugh, I hate you, Vomit Day.


  1. Wasn't it actually a big compliment that he didn't go out with you? You were like the honest cop that the bad guy doesn't even try to bribe.

  2. Hey, having a clean reputation is much better than having a slutty one, no? And yeah, your parents didn't really pick out an appropiate CD, but it is a pretty song, no??

  3. it disgusts me that lowlifes like that exist, to be honest

  4. Wow. THAT is terrible. But I agree with the others, a clean reputation is much more important than having a bad one. Even when your heart is crushed. I am sure Karma paid him a visit at some point. hehe.

  5. It’s a wonder you smile at all, do you have ANY positive Valentines stories? :P

  6. Gorilla Bananas: Oh, I eventually realized as much in time, but at that age, in that moment, it hurt pretty badly.

    estefanny: Absolutely, on both counts.

    Lex: Me too. Sadly, I still come across them, even at this age. Kinda tired of it.

    J.Day: It was a pretty sucky Vomit Day. I was proud to have a great reputation, but it would have been nice if one guy would have taken the chance on me, you know?

    Drake: Oh, I smile plenty...just not too much around Vomit Day. And, unfortunately, no, I don't have any happy Valentine's Day stories. When I say I've never had a good one, I truly mean it.

  7. Wow that is really really bad! I'm so sorry!

  8. I wish I could have hugged the hell out you that night. :( What an asshole! The only good thing is that at least he didn't take you out and then pressure you to have sex. I'd still like to kick his ass though.

  9. Bleh! What a loser! Sorry about the Vomit-day debacles. If it makes you feel better, you're not alone, BELIEVE ME. :)

  10. That is such a lousy thing for him to have done. You would've been better off had he not told your friend he'd call and take you out. Then that horribly depressing song might not have been quite so appropriate. What a stupid, rude boy. So sorry.

  11. I was a good girl in high school, too. I sometimes think if I had it to do over, I'd be a little bit slutty!

  12. Let's face it--high school is never a place to grow your self confidence. And really--that guy's wanger has probably fallen off by now.

    Chin up! I get to work til 10:30 pm on Valentine's day. Ooh, can't wait for that exciting night.

  13. Oh. My. Word. Idiot.

    He's probably got a beer belly living in a shack by the side of the river with a cheap beer in his hand and a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.


  14. Sounds like my first and only prom... auuuuuugh. Boys sucked back then. Come to think of it, they still kind of do!!

  15. I see two positive sides here: 1. You weren't known as an easy girl.
    2. He's probably an idiot (just the way he was choosing his date makes him an idiot!) and you probably missed a lousy date...

    But I know how hard it is to be ditched so yeah, I know it hurts a lot...

  16. AWE!!! Now I hate that song even more, just because of that jerk!!!