Ugh…very memorable, but not for any good reasons.
I was in my final year of college. My long-term boyfriend had graduated a year ahead of me, and I’d broken-off our relationship and moved forward with my life. I had a new, and very serious, guy in my life. Ex-boyfriend was a fond memory but ancient history.
Ex-boyfriend, who hadn’t given up on us yet, contacted our favorite pizzeria and ordered a heart-shaped pizza. The shop’s owner called to tell me that he had a gift for me, and could I please stop by to get it. When I arrived, there was the pizza…along with a photographer and reporter from the local newspaper. It was too awkward to refuse graciousness, and I would have seemed like a complete jerk if I’d done so. I played along.
The next morning, there was a big picture of me on the front page of the newspaper, holding that stupid pizza and smiling uncomfortably. The caption had my name. I refused to give the reporter my ex-boyfriend’s name, though, and made him refer to “a friend.” Ex-boyfriend and I weren’t getting back together, and I wasn’t going to let us be publicized as sweethearts.