Valentine's Day Fail

Not to start out on a negative note on this love-filled day, but I'm not really into Valentine's Day. Sure, it's fun when you're little and everyone gives each other cute cards with Snoopy and those candy hearts that don't actually taste very good. As for us grownups, I think it's just an excuse for florists to raise the price of flowers, Hallmark to make a little extra money and for restaurants to be overcrowded with couples. (Though it is a great excuse for a ladies' night out!)
Thankfully Sam and I are on the same page about this so-called "holiday" and don't really do Valentine's Day. It's pretty much like any other day of the year. I can count on exactly one pinky finger how many Valentine's Days we have celebrated together. 
It was actually a pretty disastrous date during the infant stages of our fledgling relationship. We had just had out our first official date on January 23rd, 2007. We had a not-date date a couple weeks previously and it is a miracle that we even made it to that first official date since I almost ruined the chances of that happening. Word to the wise, I don't recommend ever inviting a guy you are casually seeing (even if you two never intend to formally date) to hang out with you and the guy you are interested in dating. (Dating 101, anyone?)
But I digress.
So Sam and I had been seeing each other for a couple weeks and with that infamous lovers' day quickly approaching, I casually and not at all awkwardly brought up the issue of Valentine's Day. The conversation went something like this: 
Me: "So....February 14th. That's coming up soon. Should I hold that date or plan on doing something with my friends?" Sam: "Why, what's February 14th?" Me: "Um, it's Valentine's Day." Sam: "Oh, well what about February 23rd?" Me: "What's Febuary 23rd?"
Sam looked me and I looked at him...and then it dawned ah me. Ah, a month since our first date. Wait a minute, are we celebrating a one-month anniversary? Are we even a couple?
(Don't you just love those moments?) 
Our conversation proceeded to get even more awkward as we tried to figure out our relationship status but agreed to go out on Valentine's Day. And that we would officially be a couple when it said so on Facebook (apparently we had regressed and were now teenagers). 
February 14 rolled around and it started like any you would expect on a typical winter day in New England. It snowed. 
My work got canceled for the day, so I got to spend the day lounging about while Sam worked. (I found out later he had intended to rent a car to drive out to my work, about 40 minutes outside of Boston, to bring me flowers. The fact that the first Valentine's Day plans had been foiled should have been a sign.)
So despite the snow, which by the late afternoon had turned into an icy, slushly mess, Sam and I plowed foward (har har) with our plans. 
We drove to the restaurant and as Sam exited the car his foot plunged into a frigid puddle that had cleverly disguised itself as dry ground. He then spent half of dinner trying to dry off his sock and shoe under a hand dryer in the men's room why I ate most of my chili alone (who orders chili on a date?).

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Nothing screams "sexy" like a bowl of chili

After dinner, Sam's foot still damp and now somewhat numb, we ventured over to a bar around the corner, where we proceeded, to our discomfort, to sit through the most awkward (notice a them to this post?) anti-Valentine's Day-themed stand up show. We decided we could only take so much, so we snuck out early to drive back to Sam's apartment. 
Of course, parts of the puddles surrounding my car had at this point turned to solid ice and my car was now stuck. Being the chivalrous man he is, Sam valiantly went to chip away at the ice with my tiny shovel with is better suited for gardening. While attempting to free my car, Sam managed to plunge his other foot in a puddle.  
Miraculously after some hacking in pushing we managed to make it home and barely managed to find a parking spot (where of course, we got stuck again) and vowed never to celebrate this holiday ever again.
What is your more interesting Valentine's Day experience?