A Valentine Story

Barbara Haworth-Attard

Back when I was 16, my BFF went out with this guy, we’ll call him John,  for a while and I went out a few times with his friend, Tom (real names changed to protect the guilty) but I wasn’t feeling it, so I said I didn’t want to go out with Tom anymore. Then my BFF broke up with John and Tom asked her out. Now that I think about it, that’s kinda creepy. Anyway, Tom invited her to a party where her ex-boyfriend was to be at so she said yes, and then she invited me to go on the date with her – which I did. She and I sat in the back seat of Tom’s car while he sat in the front by himself and drove to the party. And we repeated the same procedure on the way home. Sorta mean of us, I know, but we were sixteen. Tom wasn’t too pleased with his “date(s).”

Tee hee.