RANDOM QUESTION OF THE MONTH

Tell us about your worst ever Valentine’s Day…

I threw a party, and it was exciting as, for once, I was popular, but then some boys brought alcohol and my mum threw everyone out. The next night (actual Valentine’s Day), I went to a restaurant with my parents and spent the whole time crying because I was a social reject.

Recently dumped, I went to a friend’s house for pizza and ended up in tears when I asked if he thought my ex and I would ever get back together. He bluntly replied, “Absolutely not.” (He was right.)

I drove my date to a steakhouse and watched him drink four pints of iced tea because he thought “it was funny”.

While writing a Cosmo feature undercover, I spent almost a fortnight sharing a bedroom with a stranger who spoke very little English. On Valentine’s Day, we sat in our tiny box room, drinking vodka and Cokes, struggling to make conversation.

One year, I planned a candlelit dinner for my thenboyfriend and asked my flatmates to make themselves scarce. He arrived emptyhanded, having forgotten what day it was. I ended up buying myself roses and said they were from him.

Watching Broad City, eating pizza alone and wishing the walls of my flat were thicker.