Awkward things I did in high school for boys I liked.

In honor of Valentine’s Day, I present to you the awkward things I did in high school to get boys to love me.

Moved into the locker next to him. He was a junior, in a band and had nice hair.  His locker was next to one of my best friends.  I innocently asked her one day if I could store my stuff in her locker, which was closer to my chemistry class.  I chatted him up in between classes.  He gave me a mixed tape.  We went to a high school dance.  And that was the last time I’ve ever spoken to him.

Made a t shirt out of a nickname he gave me.  There was one boy in my Spanish class who liked to tease me.  He was a giant stoner so of course I was in love.  He called me Kenny.  My cheerleading coach gave us the option of putting our nicknames instead of our last names on our cheerleading tees for the basketball season.  I came up with the brilliant idea of putting “Kenny” on the back of mine.  And then I wore it to class on multiple occasions and he never noticed.  In retrospect, I assume that’s because he was completely stoned.

Attempted to turn down a trip to Costa Rica.  Another giant stoner and I were starting to hit things off at the tail end of my senior year in high school.  My parents had paid for a summer abroad in Costa Rica as my graduation gift.  As the departure date grew closer I started freaking out in the way only a 17 year old girl could.  I refused to renew my passport; I skipped the orientation meeting and faked a mysterious illness.  I worried that if I went away I’d miss my opportunity to have my first real boyfriend.  Luckily, my mom drove me to downtown Chicago for an emergency passport and shoved me onto a plane. And to her credit- I forgot about the boy and made out with everyone in Costa Rica. 

Bought way too many J Crew sweaters.  He was tall, dark, handsome and on his way to Yale. And now that I think about it, probably gay.  He worked behind the register at the J Crew at the Woodfield Mall.  Each time I paid $100 for a boxy, lifeless wool sweater I had a chance to stare into his dreamy eyes.  And now those sweaters are collecting dust in the back of my closet in California.  

Valentine’s Day – a good time to remember why you should be alone forever

St. Valentine – a day we all look forward to as an excuse to overeat, well mascara tears, make irrational decisions with bartenders and get one nice card from our parents.

These are the days that you look fondly on failed relationships and ask

Where did it all go wrong?

And in this yearly state of confusion and vodka, I find myself grasping towards one memory.

This is the memory of the love of my life.  We were two young, attractive people.  In love.  Holding hands.  Fucking at regular intervals between classes at college. 

We had a nice romantic dinner planned on Valentine’s day in downtown Champaign, Il.  At a restaurant that loosely met the criteria for both romantic and dinner.  He was handsome and had nice biceps.  I was smart and had a big rack.  We were a match made in fraternity heaven. 

The one downside to courting anyone in college is that nearly 80% of your interaction with that person involves alcohol.  Valentine’s Day is no exception.  My boyfriend had his typical 5-6 cocktails at dinner.  We drove back to my apartment for the ‘rest of the evening’ where I’d down a bottle of Boone’s farm and attempt to seduce him while he was handcuffed to my computer desk chair.  My emotionally scarred roommate was only separated from the theatrics by a thin wall.  She should be lucky she did not witness the flailing arms, wonky eyes, and eventually a boyfriend begging to be unhandcuffed because his arms were losing circulation.  

After the boyfriend was unhandcuffed, he consoled himself with more mystery liquid in his 80 oz plastic cup.  It looked like Sprite to me, and I assumed he was thirsty. 

I swear on Jason Segel’s hotness, that I had no idea how much he’d been drinking.  I was too focused on the pomp and circumstance of Valentine’s Day.  But after we both fell asleep, lulled with the belief that we were meant to be together forever … I was awoken by a strange sound.  And I saw a dark figure standing very tall in the corner of my room.  I realized this was my boyfriend.  I shouted at him but he didn’t respond.  And then the sweet sound of rushing urine falling onto 3 week old clothing.  Boyfriend got so hammered he was too blacked out to realize he was peeing in my laundry basket.  On Valentine’s Day. 

What is a girl in love to do?

I shoved my naked boyfriend out of the room and into my bathroom.  Then I took all of my urine soaked clothes and put them in a grocery bag.  And sat in a corner, clutching the bag and waited.  And waited and waited until he woke up (which was approximately at 4pm the next day). 

I shoved the bag into his hands and let him know that HE RUINED VALENTINE’S DAY (editor’s note:  he eventually ruined my soul as well) and he was going to feel very embarrassed in a few minutes dragging urine soaked women’s clothes to a dry cleaner. 

And so as February 14^th rolls around every year and I find myself with even less dating prospects than the year before … I look back to the fond moments of bliss with the one I wanted to marry and realize I’d prefer to have dry clothes.

Wine Won't Fix It (aka the chemistry-less date)

So the picture above depicts the reason many single women are hesitant to date.  The bad date, in all of it's many shapes and sizes is legendary amongst the single culture.  And somehow the tales and experiences have gotten so bad that it takes wonderful women off the market.

But while statistically it's true, most dates aren't going to lead to an instantaneous recognition that you've met your soulmate ... I give you reasons why you should go on the potentially bad date.

1) The more random dates you go on, the less nervous you get.  Once you realize that the commitment of a date is nothing more than talking to someone casually over a glass of wine then you stop the anxiety of what it all could mean.  You start caring less about what HE thinks about YOU and more about if this is someone you want to spend more time with.

2) Ego boost.  All women everywhere who are single like to describe their evening activities as "I'm going on a date."  Bonus: Drop this line on a guy that you're interested in.  Doesn't hurt for him to know that he's not the only game in town.  Even if the other game in town is a 33 year old man child with sociopathic tendencies who for some reason was granted a MEDICAL LICENSE (more on that guy later - we shall call him PROBLEM CHILD).

3) Share fun LA (insert wherever you live) tips.  Due to tonight's failed date I now know a great whole in the wall Italian restaurant in Pasadena in Old Town.  Score!  For good measure make sure you share you own favorite tips with your date.  Yeah, you may bump into him but sharing the best parts of LA gives you good karma and you will be rewarded one day (preferably with good rush hour traffic karma on the 405).

4) Girls Night Out Material - you know who does NOT have new material?  Your girlfriends who are happily paired up.  You can still trump all boyfriend conversations with the latest gem of a date who made you drive him home after drinks when he lived walking distance to the bar (true story for me).

5) Cuz This is Life.  Sorry ladies you aren't owed the perfect husband at age 23, kids by 25 and a lifetime of bliss forever.  Life just isn't fair sometimes.  But the down times leads you to appreciate the good.  Which helps my next point ....

6) It helps you recognize and appreciate the good dates.

So there you have it.  If you're not convinced by 6 semi randomly selected bullet points on a blog you are probably not even reading then I don't know what will convince you to get out there.