Valentine’s Day Disaster

So I was on my way to Europe, but had a layover in New Jersey. On my layover flight, I was gonna tune everything out and plug in my headphones, but the guy next to me decided to strike up a conversation [mother f*****!] He was not at all my type from a physical standpoint (his head was MASSIVE and his shoes were all the way run over), but he was very cool and I’m always down to connect with new people.

Anyway, we had the typical ‘where are you from, where are you going, what do you do’ conversation. He disclosed that he was a surgeon in New York and was excited to learn that I was a photographer, as his little sister was interested in pursuing a career in the same field. He asked for my card so that he could forward my contact information along to his sister. I obliged and he gave me his card as well. He told me to look him up if I ever came to New York and I encouraged him to do the same if he came to my town. We kept in touch every once in a while mostly via email and Facebook. He called me about a month later letting me know he’d be in my town for a conference and would like to meet up for lunch, but he never got back to me on the day we were supposed to get together.

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Fast forward a couple of months…

I posted on Facebook that I was going to see the singer Bilal in concert New York in February and asked some friends if they wanted to tag along, but they were unable to attend since it was in the middle of the week. The Surgeon saw my post and sent me a message asking who I was going to the concert with and I let him know I was going alone [there’s no shame in my game…I have no problems going places by myself. I love me some ME! lol].

He offered to take me to the concert and I thought that it was a very nice gesture, but decided to give him a call to pulse the situation because I wanted it to be absolutely clear, in a nice way of course, that I had no romantic interest in him and to politely express my displeasure with him blowing me off while in DC. He apologized, said taking me to the concert was the least he could do since I was going to be in his area, and that he would take care of getting the tickets. [SWEET!]

A few days later, the Surgeon pointed out that the Bilal concert just so happened to fall on Valentine’s Day which made me his Valentine by default [I already told you it wasn’t like that between us, but oh well. I’ll just take one for the team I guess.] and that it would only be appropriate for us to grab dinner as well. [Dinner isn’t necessary] I let him know that he didn’t have to make a big fuss over me, but he insisted that we go to dinner and I told him I’d be fine with whatever he decided.

Unfortunately, he had a very difficult time picking a restaurant which really got on my effin nerves because he kept texting me every five minutes second guessing and scrutinizing every single restaurant that he was considering. [OMG it’s not rocket science…just pick a place for crying out loud! UGH!]. I wasn’t from New York and didn’t know the area, so I was baffled by the fact that he was struggling to decide on a damn restaurant in his area.

Long story more boring, I let him know that the concert venue had a restaurant attached to it and suggested that we eat there since he couldn’t decide. I found out that since the concert fell on Valentine’s Day that the restaurant was only serving prix fixe dinner at $150 per couple that came with 3 course meal and a bottle of wine. I suggested that he find another location because I didn’t think the spending that much money was necessary. I mean, he already bought us tickets to the show, so tacking $150+ to that was over the top to me.  He said the price was not an issue and asked that I make the dinner reservations. [Sure…no problem]

A couple of days leading up to the concert, I contacted the Surgeon letting him know that I’d be arriving early afternoon via the Megabus [$18 roundtrip…you can’t beat that! lol] and that I’d be meeting up with my friend Joey [who I hadn’t seen since he moved to NY a few years prior] to do a little shopping, drinking and sight-seeing during the afternoon. The Surgeon asked if he should buy Joey a ticket to the concert as well and I told him no because Joey had dinner plans with his boyfriend [yes I said boyfriend] later that evening.



I arrived in New York and the weather was beautiful…sunshine…blue skies. As soon as I stepped off the bus, I stumbled upon the Cover Girl truck and got a free facial & lipstick. Then I went to my favorite watering hole in NY for some drinks and met up with my friend Joey shortly thereafter to do a little shopping….I was on cloud nine and could not WAIT to see Bilal.

I called the Surgeon letting him know that I was in New York and asked if we needed to arrive at the venue ahead of time to pick up the concert tickets before dinner or if he had already printed them out at home.


Him: What tickets?
Me: Stop playing. The tickets to the concert.
Him: You said you were getting the tickets.
Me: I said no such thing.
Him: You said you were making reservations.
Me: First of all, I said I was making DINNER reservations NOT buying concert tickets. Second of all, you were supposed to have gotten the tickets a couple of weeks ago prior to any dinner discussion. You even asked to buy my friend Joey a ticket. Come on now!

Things went completely downhill because the concert was sold out and this fool wasn’t quick enough on his feet to come up with a plan B. Oh and it didn’t help that I gave this dude the tongue lashing of a lifetime.


How can you be a surgeon, yet so stupid?

I blame myself…I should’ve stuck to my original plan and gone to the concert alone. In spite of the Surgeon’s stupidity, I had a great time in New York and spent the rest of my evening dining and catching up with my buddy Joey. And to top it all off When I arrived home, there was an edible arrangement and a lovely card waiting for me [from someone else…NOT that dumb ass surgeon lol]. How sweet!

I’m still salty that I didn’t get to see Bilal though! lol



This Is Exactly Why I Do Things By Myself!


P.S. I did harass the guy for a couple of weeks after the New York trip debacle (by setting my email to do an auto email everyday) explaining that I expected reimbursement for my travel expenses. Yes, that was petty and immature and I knew his dumb ass wasn’t going to pay me back, but I felt like being a nuisance….it was the least that I could do. lol


What would you do in this situation? Was she too naive? Was he wrong? Should she have gone to the show alone as planned?

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