This morning on the train I was blessed to witness a conversation between a girlfriend/boyfriend about going home to visit her parents over the Valentine's Day weekend. It went a little something like this:
Boy (ed note: NOT attractive in the least, which makes this story even more unbelievable): I'd really like to spend some alone time with your parents this weekend, it sucks your sister's got to be there.
Girl: Well, she's going to be, and I'd like you to be nice. It's Valentine's Day, where else is she supposed to go?
Boy: I don't know, it's not my problem. How about on a DATE?
Girl: You know she's not dating anyone.
Boy: Yeah, exactly, because she's a psycho. She needs to be in therapy.
Girl: She's not a psycho, she's just single.
Boy: Right, exactly my point. Anyone who's hasn't been on more than 5 consecutive dates in FIVE years obviously has a problem.
Girl: It hasn't been five years. And plus, before I met you, I hadn't dated in a while.
Boy: Yeah but you were right out of school. You were 24. She's TWENTY-NINE.
Girl: It's different in New York, she just hasn't found anyone she likes.
Boy: Yeah because she's a P-S-Y-C-H-O. Anyway, I'm going to make a reservation for the four of us for Sunday dinner. Us and your parents.
Girl: You have to include her, that's rude.
Boy: I don't have to do anything. She's not my problem.
This is real life people. As I'm standing there trying to decide how to respond to this A-Hole's sweeping generalization of late-twenty single women on Valentine's day, I kept being knocked down by his blatant disrespect for his own girlfriend. First I looked at him, hoping to communicate disgust, pity and anger. Then I looked at her hoping to say: Your boyfriend is the king of D-Bags and I hope you flee this excuse for a relationship as soon as humanly possible. And lastly, to all my suitors out there, please take note of this undeniably romantic (and fun!) vacation said D-Bag boyfriend is planning. If all you singles could be so lucky.