Typically, I'm incredibly reserved when it comes to relationships and dating and I'm not one to openly share but since I love Valentine's Day and I've always been a fan of owning my follies, I thought I would share a few of my favorite awkward relationship-esque moments.
In February of the 8th grade, I had finally worked up the courage to give the boy I had been "going out" with for like three months his Christmas present. With the prolonged Christmas present exchange, there was no need to stress over Valentine's Day gifts so we went to the school dance where I proudly wore a brown corduroy skirt and pink button up - thanks Gap- and we thought about dancing together for one song and almost worked up the courage to do so, then our moms arrived to pick us up.
Flash forward to over four years later, I was in my first relationship - Facebook relationship status update and all- as my summer crush transitioned to my boyfriend. We had been to dinner together, just the two of us, several times and I even invited him to my parent's birthday dinner that July but I still wasn't sure if he "liked" me. After about six weeks of uncertainty, we were vulnerable with our feelings and ventured into a relationship together. I'm quite certain it was another two months before I kissed him and likely December before I was comfortable holding hands in public.
Junior year of college, while most of Clemson was off meeting their future husband, I dabbled again in the relationship waters. This time, uncertain as to if we were ever actually a couple and rightfully so. I had the hopes of being like all my favorite TV characters, Ross and Rachel, Chuck and Blair, and fell into the on again off again trap that lasted entirely too long. A quick glimpse into how long, one of our endings followed an argument over my interest in Taylor Swift's album, Red.
My last relationship was probably my most clueless. After months of talking to each other everyday, the exchange of gifts with thoughtful handwritten notes, and holding hands while walking along the cliffs in Newport, I had no idea we were dating and still found myself wondering if he potentially had feelings for me. Once confirmed and stated without any ambiguity, I asked if I could call him BAE and then felt slightly embarrassed for the rendition of Four Five Seconds I had performed in the car earlier. After one week, I asked for constructive feedback on my progress as a girlfriend.
All this awkwardness aside, I still love Valentine's Day. If I could, I would proudly wear my corduroy skirt and dine at the Sassy Sistas Beef House. I made Frozen Valentines for the girls in my homeroom and will likely eat my fair share of Magnolia Bakery cupcakes this weekend. Enjoy!