My Last Valentine Day

Eros—His name means love in Greek and he was born on February 14th to an unwed mother who gave him up for adoption. He was adopted by an older couple in their forties and given a good life until he was five and they were killed in an auto accident. 

Eros went back into the system and was never adopted but went through several foster homes. He hated his name and his birthday because his name always got him made fun of and once-in-awhile, he got beat up for it. 

At Valentine's Day parties at school, he got very few cards from the classroom and was shunned by girls. He had a crush on a girl in seventh grade, save his money, and bought her some candy for Valentine's Day. She threw it in his face. 

He was chubby, was only 5' 8", wore glasses that never seemed to fit right, clothes that were hand-me-downs, hair that always seemed to need cut, shy. He went to a couple of dances because his foster parents at the time pushed him into it, never danced, always turned down or made fun of. In college, his best friend talks him into attending Valentine's Day mixer and that is where he met her.

Jazzy—She is everything that most men want in a girl. Legs that seemed to stretch forever, blonde hair, green eyes flexed with gold, stood about 5'6". 

She was also privileged, her dad worked as a stock market trader, her mom was the volunteer queen on committees. Jazzy could have any boy she wanted but she wanted one that wanted her for her, not as eye candy to hang on his arm and only wanted for her body. 

After high school she decided she did not want to attend an Ivy League college but wanted to attend a regular college, out of state, hoping she could be a "normal girl," Her best friend talks her into going to Valentine's day mixer and that is where she met him.