I’ve been reading through the comments on Cara’s post soliciting Valentine’s stories. This got me thinking about all of the Valentine’s Days I’ve spent with Evan.
Ten years ago, I spent my first Valentine’s Day with Evan. It was my first year at Reed and I had broken up with my high school boyfriend the week before. I would be lying if I didn’t say that the cute guy that lived downstairs from me didn’t have some influence on that decision. I also knew that this cute guy had a girlfriend back home, but I still took every opportunity to spend time with this cute guy, hoping that out of sight would mean out of mind. (I was not this lucky, however, because while I ate the majority of my meals with Evan that spring semester, many of these meals were spent with Evan hunched over a letter from this girl back home.)
During this somewhat lonely time in my life, I spent a lot of time coming up with excuses to visit the floor below me where Evan lived, in hopes of bumping into him. Plus all of my friends lived on that floor, so they also gave me an excuse to hang out there.
On Valentine’s Day (which was a Friday that year), I gathered up all my laundry to do, as the laundry room was on the floor that Evan lived on. I walked down the hallway of Evan’s floor and it was dead. Completely dead. Not a person in sight. I remember my heart sinking a bit as I thought about a long Friday night, alone in my dorm room, curled up with my HUM 110 reading.
When I walked into the laundry room, however, there was Evan. We got to talking and ended up spending the evening making prank calls and drinking slurpees from the nearby 7-11. Not exactly the way you hope a Valentine’s night spent with your unrequited love will go, but it was fun nonetheless.