The days are growing longer and the garish Valentine's decorations barrage you from every window display. You grumble to yourself, dreading the day and the awful John Jay Valentine's meal to accompany it.
But, this year you have a date. An actual date! Let's hope it goes well.
Spectrum asked for you all to send in your dating horror stories and here are some of the submissions we received. You can use them as indicators of how your Valentine's date is going, or even as a list of suggestions of what to not do on said date.
Last year, I was randomly approached by a guy in Lerner and I decided to give him my number in order to continue living The Motto (it wasn't called YOLO yet but that was the idea). We made dinner plans for a few days later and it was probably the most bizarre hour and a half of my life. First I heard about how he got this overseas internship, but wasn't allowed to go because his father thought it was too good to be true and that he was being hired to be a sex slave. After that, he told me that he was told he had the potential to be a professional ballet-dancer and turned it down to come to Columbia. He not-so-casually mentioned that much of his ballet potential was due to the fact that he could hyper-extend his hips by 90 degrees. --- Sheila
