Well my Valentines day was less than spectacular. Barring a few dances, hugs and kisses, it was non-existant until we arrived at some bar. Pretty much empty, we found a couch and sat alone, on another, was this gorgeous girl. We stared at her for a little while and she smiled at us.
However despite this, she had a look about her. Beautiful, but a look that nonetheless said "I have one hell of a killer edge and I'm about to prove it to you". Sure enough, it quickly came.
She spotted a guy, I'm extremley unsure whether she knew him or not, ran up to him and began hitting him repeatedly. Chased him into the mens bathroom, more hitting. A friend of his eventually pulled her of him and they quickly left. Back to the couch was her next destination, sat and smiled as us, pretty much as if not a thing had happened.
I was instantly in love with the girl we had now named "physco bitch". Unfortunatley it seemed that a few others also felt this way. One went over to try his chances, got slapped away. Another mate of mine got her up to dance after a little while, then got shoved away. Danny's time to step up and shine. Danced for a bit, kissed, and then the alcohol hit in and it becomes hazy.
According to a mate of mine we unlocked lips and I said something to her. Her face went from an "edgy smile" to the look of complete and utter disgust. She quickly left the bar. Devasted I stood for a moment, stole her drink and sat back down. Wiping her lipstick on a mates jacket soon afterwards.
Pyscho bitch had walked out of my life forever. Devastation is too shit a word for it.
