So yeah, when I was like twelve or some shit, I went to this Valentines day party at my Gymnastics center. It was a good five hour party themed for VDay, including little ‘marriage’ ceremonies, where you’d be married until the end of the party at midnight.
So naturally, I got purposed too. By a girl.
So, we went to go get our marriage, and they guy didn’t even say anything. He just married us right there in front of all the other guy/girl couples.
We walked around for the rest of the night calling each other gushy nicknames and acting super sassy around every one else.
Some dude came up later, and asked why I ‘married’ another girl. Like, not even in an angry way, just honestly curious. I said I liked girls better (facepalm facepalm facepalm). He nodded and ran off with his wife.
(Not) Surprisingly, I actually am bi, and I can’t keep from fucking laughing at this. So, technically, I should be celebrating the anniversary of my first marriage and first divorce Valentines day.
Like seriously, what the fuck?