We asked you to send us stories about your best and worst Valentine’s Day. After the jump, Tiffany shares how even the cutest puppy in the world couldn’t save the day.
I was so excited. I was finally going to spend Valentine’s Day with a man who had been a friend for years. Recent developments had turned us into a couple, and we’d been dating for about two months. I was so madly in love with him and wanted the night to be perfect. I literally ran home from work to get ready so that I could have dinner ready when he arrived at my apartment. First, he called to tell me he was going to be late. No problem, that gives me a little more time to get ready. Then, when he finally arrives, he shows up with a puppy. A puppy! It was a friend’s puppy that he had “borrowed” for the night so I could play with it. It was the teeniest, cutest dachshund puppy I’d ever seen. Me and the dachshund play, I hold him, it’s perfect. After dinner my boyfriend and I head into my bedroom to celebrate Valentine’s Day horizontally. The puppy sat on the floor and cried the whole time because he couldn’t get up on the bed. We decided that the puppy needed to hang out in my bathroom with some toys and some food, since that’s where he lives when he’s at his house. This clearly pissed the puppy off. He started scratching and crying, and finally we just gave up and decided the sex could wait. So, I was laying in bed, naked mind you, and my boyfriend goes to bring the puppy in the bedroom. As he hands me the puppy, it pees all over me. My boyfriend had a panic attack, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment because I had just been peed on, and the puppy is cowering in the corner. So to wrap things up, I didn’t get laid that Valentine’s Day, I got peed on instead. By my own Valentine’s Day present. As it turns out that was the better of the two Valentine’s Days I spent with that man. – Tiffany