This weekend I was watching “Why am I Still Single” on vh1. I know it’s embarrassing and I don’t know why I started watching it. I had a stomach bug and after two days inside you start watching whatever is on. Good news though: I will probably never watch it again. It’s so AWKWARD! They take these people with major issues, give them makeovers and send them on the most awkward first dates of all time. It’s painful to watch.
This reminded me of how much I hate the beginnings of relationships. I just strongly dislike the weird strained conversations and the way you are not sure if you like them or they like you. I annoy myself. I stress about my stupid hair and whether or not I’m going to trip or have something stuck in my teeth. “Um..so where are you from?” I accidentally interrupt while he is mid-sentence. I don’t know what to say! I talk WAY too much, and I probably mess with my hair the whole time.
One of my very wise friends (shout out to you Kristie Martinez!) reminded me that every first date I go on could be my LAST first date ever. That really put things in perspective for me. I want so badly to be years down the road. I want him to know how I feel and finish my sentences. But this could be the only time that I’m feeling nervous butterflies for the first time. This could be the last time I hear his funny stories for the first time or hear him talk about how his best friend’s dad passed away and it made him cry. From here on out I will know his favorite color and middle name and life goals. I will never notice again for the very first time how good he is at winking, or how his eyes get big when he talks about something he likes. I should treasure these moments. Even if it doesn’t usually work out...it could.
It could turn out to be this guy:
Or this guy:
This could be my very last very first date.
And that’s worth a whole lot of awkwardness.