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I first started writing with the concept of "Truth with a Twist" -- telling true sexual stories of my life and 'jazzing' them up a bit. A few stories in, I've been moderately successful. I'm debating whether or not to continue writing, but I wanted to do this one, for Valentine's Day just in case.
Why?
This one is different. It's longer, it jumps around in time, and it's 99% true. All I've changed are some dates and some names. That being said, I can almost guarantee that if Kat or Jen or Mac read stories on here -- they'll know the story and who wrote it.
Please take a moment to read through the story, rate it, and give me feedback.
Happy Valentine's Day

January 1998:
I walked into my boss' office with an envelope in my hand.
"Hey Julie. I'm not going to be able to work the weekend of the 12th next month. Just wanted to give you heads-up before you started next month's schedule."
Julie, the hotel General Manager, didn't really look up, she just scribbled a note on a pad on her desk, "Gotcha. Jason off. February 12th -- 14th. All set."
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"WAIT A MINUTE!!!" Oh no....here it comes.
"That's Valentine's weekend. You're requesting a holiday off? And Valentine's Day? You HATE Valentine's Day."
Everything she was saying was true. I had been hired as a Front Office Manager at Julie's hotel just over three years prior. Because I was single and younger than most of the managers, I was always flexible with my holiday schedule. Although I would spend parts of holidays with my family, it wasn't like I had to cook a turkey or hide presents from Santa, so I could work the shifts nobody else wanted.
But Valentine's Day -- I always volunteered to be on duty for the shitshow of a weekend. The hotel would fill up with couples taking advantage of whatever "Romance Package" we were offering. Inevitably, there would be a bunch of proposals in the restaurant, flower deliveries to rooms, a few breakups, and the sounds of sex coming through the room doors on all 12 floors. And for the past two years, I was there for all of it. Volunteering to be Manager on Duty overnight, fielding all the special requests and problems from the guests.
"Trust me. The timing is pure coincidence." I replied, "A professor of mine from College is retiring and he's receiving an industry award in New York. The school has invited back a bunch of his old students and I've been asked to say a few words. I'm pretty sure they realized the scheduling of it because they're calling it 'Show Your Love to Harry' and they want everyone to wear something red that night."
"Well, at least for once you won't be dealing with the crazy Valentine's guests here! Where you staying?" Julie asked.
"The event is at one of our sister hotels in the city, the Parkview. I called Gerry and he got me a room. You'll laugh, but I purposely requested a corner room without a connecting door."
"Ha, of course you did. Don't want to hear the sounds of sex through the door?"
Julie knew me well and I laughed, "You got it!"
"Well, you're all set. I'll schedule Maureen that weekend. But one of these days, you're going to have to tell me why you hate Valentine's Day so much."
February 13, 1991:
I was on a train from Philadelphia to New York city to spend an abbreviated weekend with girlfriend, Katrina. Kat and I had dated from halfway through our junior year in college through graduation. We were both Business majors and she took a job as an analyst in New York, while I went to work at a hotel in Philly for a year before going back for my MBA the following fall.
I was a bundle of nerves on the train for a number of reasons. First, I was supposed to going to NYC the night before, but there were weather delays wreaking havoc with the train schedule. Rather than sitting around the terminal for hours, I got myself on a 7am train after the storms would pass. The afternoon before, as I was trying to figure out a way to get to the city, I called Kat a few times to give her updates. She was surprised when I called her at the office to tell her of the delays.
"Oh, that sucks. So, are you not coming this weekend?"
"No! I can't wait to see you! I'll grab a train first thing so we still have most of the weekend. We'll just miss out on tonight."
"Cool. That'll work. Keep me posted. I have to go."
"Ok. Love you. See you tomorr" ~click~

The entire conversation was the second reason and the epitome of why I was a bit anxious on the train. No matter what I told myself, Kat