This post originally appeared as a series of tweets on 2/14/2020, but the thread got all weirded up, so I’m preserving it here in story form.
Thirty years ago today, I was a Senior at a small private high school. There were around 30 people in our class and roughly 95 in 9th-12th grades. So far into high school, I had dated two girls: B. (Sophomore year) and different-B. (Junior year), and those stories will be reserved for a later time (or never!). I was not dating anyone at the time of this story.
I don’t remember exactly how it came about, but a girl in our class and I did one of those “hey, since neither of us are dating, let’s be each other’s Valentines” things. All in good fun, most of our class was friendly with each other. (Let’s call her “Sherry” because it rhymes with her real name but isn’t actually her real name, so I won’t get sued here.) Sherry and her twin sister were born on the exact same date as I was, just a little earlier in the day. We jokingly called ourselves “the triplets,” wh