For Valentine’s Day this year, we asked the Shapermint team to share the best love stories they knew as a cool way to spread love around the office. The following is the winner and had us all swooning all week. Just a word of advice, though: you’re in for a rollercoaster ride. Brace yourself!
As much as I’ve spent the last 35 years of my life pointing an accusatory finger at it, today is Valentine’s Day. And instead of thinking of my own loved one back at home and what cheesy way to celebrate this year, all I can think of is of my friend Chelsea.
Part I - Girl Meets Boy
Eleven years ago -give or take- Chelsea met a boy, who we’ll call… I don’t know, Zack. He was hooked at first sight. Chelsea had a meet-cute as well, but with his best friend. And yet, as it generally goes in great love stories, Chelsea and Zack magically happened. Against all odds, they ended up together.
I found out because, during a late-night birthday party in late February, I asked Chelsea if she could introduce me to the hottie that had just walked through the door. She said sure and introduced him as her boyfriend.
I’m lucky we go way back.
Part II - Girl Gets Married to Boy
Zack and Chelsea surfed through all the ups and downs of life as a couple beautifully. They didn’t fight that much. They lived an exemplary love that followed the traditional eras and cycles of our time. One good day, they decided to move in together. They got a dog. They attended double dates and social events galore. They shared their fries. They got married. They started planning for their first child. They were one of those couples that let you tag along without feeling like a third wheel. They were realists; human. They never gave unsolicited advice. Even the most cynic of cynics couldn’t help but wish them the best.
Until, one good day, six months after saying “I do”, that good for nothing scumbag Zack dumped my friend for a newer version of her with longer legs.
Part III - Boy Needs to Be High Fived. In the Face. With a Chair
Of course there’s a lot more to this story and, if we really want to be mature about it, we can say that they both had their fair share of the blame. But ain’t nobody got time for that. I sincerely and honestly hope Zack reads this and bursts up in flames of shame. I’m not one to hate on anyone, but let’s just say I would be OK with fast food joints getting his order wrong from now to eternity, or his server always bringing him regular soda instead of the diet variety. Or that he gets attacked by birds during his next walk in the park. You know, the usual.
