The Tale of Kevin: How One Man Tried to Save His Relationship with a 48-Hour Trip to Spain
Every office has a Kevin. You know the type: well-meaning, occasionally clueless, and always good for a story that makes you question the nature of common sense. But sometimes, a Kevin’s antics go beyond the usual forgotten passwords or microwaved fish at lunch. Sometimes, a Kevin takes things to a whole new continent—literally.
Today, buckle up for a modern odyssey that involves heartbreak, jet lag, and one of the most impressively misguided attempts to win someone back. This is the story of Kevin, who went to Europe… for a weekend.
Love, Loss, and Layovers
Kevin, as reported by Reddit user u/Middleage_dad, was not hired by the storyteller’s wife but rather inherited like a mysterious family heirloom you’re not quite sure where to put. He was engaged—until suddenly, he wasn’t. His fiancée decided she’d had enough and packed her emotional bags, leaving Kevin single and searching for answers.
But Kevin didn’t wallow. No, our hero asked to leave work early one Friday, a seemingly innocent request. Little did his boss—or anyone—know that he had a transatlantic plan brewing. When Monday rolled around, Kevin staggered into the office, bleary-eyed and running on fumes.
Naturally, his coworkers asked what happened. The answer? He’d flown from the West Coast of the U.S. all the way to Spain on Friday night, then turned around and came straight home Sunday. That’s about a ten-hour flight each way—for those keeping score at home.
The Grand Romantic Gesture... Or Something Like That
Why would anyone subject themselves to the torture of a transatlantic red-eye, only to return within 48 hours? Well, Kevin’s ex had cited his lack of travel experience as a reason for their breakup. So, in an act of love, or perhaps confusion, he thought, “Well, I’ll show her! I’ll go to Europe this weekend.”
Let’s pause for a moment and appreciate the sheer commitment to the bit. Most of us, after a breakup, might binge-watch a favorite show, eat a pint of ice cream, or maybe update our dating profiles. Kevin? He buys a ticket to Spain.
It’s both hilarious and oddly touching. Here’s a guy who took feedback to heart—maybe a little too literally. You can almost imagine him at passport control, dark circles under his eyes, clutching a guidebook titled “Europe in 36 Hours or Less.”
A Lesson in Missing the Point
Of course, this story is laugh-out-loud funny, but it also says a lot about how we sometimes approach relationships. Kevin’s ex didn’t mean, “Fly to Europe for the weekend.” She probably wanted him to be more adventurous, spontaneous, or open to new experiences. Instead, Kevin checked the travel box in the most literal sense possible, like a student answering an essay question with a single word.
It’s the classic Kevin move: focus on the letter of the advice, miss the spirit entirely. While it’s easy to poke fun, who among us hasn’t, at some point, tried to “fix” a relationship with a grand gesture, only to realize it wasn’t really the problem?
The Real Cost of a Weekend in Spain
Let’s do a quick tally of what Kevin sacrificed for this short-lived European escapade:
- Sleep: None. He was back at work Monday, resembling a zombie with a passport stamp.
- Money: Transatlantic flights aren’t cheap—especially last minute.
- Sightseeing time: Did he even get to see the Sagrada Familia or just the inside of an airport lounge?
- Dignity: Well, that’s up for debate. Some might call it bold; others, a bit bonkers.
But we have to hand it to Kevin. He saw a problem, picked a solution, and executed it with all the subtlety of someone running a marathon in flip-flops.
The Takeaway: Don’t Be a Kevin (But Appreciate One)
The world needs its Kevins. They remind us that the human mind is endlessly creative when faced with matters of the heart (and that literal thinking can get you very, very far—about 6,000 miles, in fact). Next time you’re tempted to solve a relationship problem with a grand gesture, maybe pause and ask yourself if you’re about to book a ticket to Spain for all the wrong reasons.
But if you are a Kevin, own it. Just remember to bring back some good stories—and maybe a souvenir or two for the office.
Have you ever done something wild (or wild-adjacent) to impress someone? Share your story in the comments below! Or, tell us about your office’s Kevin—we all know there’s at least one.
Original Reddit Post: Kevin Goes to Europe