Tell Me I’m Not the Only One.

Does anyone else like to torture themselves by thinking back on the ridiculous and embarrassing things they’ve done to impress someone they liked? Or is this just me?

Sadly, I do this often. It’s how I like to grow from my mistakes. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

I’ve never been in a real relationship, and to say I’ve come close would be a stretch.

High school was a different time and university was, well… university. Everyone was looking for the same thing and I can tell you for certain that it wasn’t a soulmate and a white picket fence.

It wasn’t until last year when I really stepped foot into the dating world. It’s been an unfamiliar and uncomfortable journey ever since.

But, I’ve learned a lot. For instance, don’t change who you are.

Simple enough, right? Well…

One time I was seeing this guy that couldn’t stand my music.

I like to think I have pretty decent taste, but looking back I realize that I really didn’t. And I’m definitely not talking about my music.

My natural response to his dislike for my tunes was to cater playlists to songs that he liked, and that I didn’t, just to play while he was in my car.

I changed. My music. In my car. Every. Single. Time.

This is about 76% sad, 21% pathetic, and 3% cute.

I’m not good at math, but I can tell you that those numbers aren’t great.

Any friend that I’ve ever yelled at for changing the radio station during one of my songs is just shaking their head right now.

Hey, if it makes you feel any better… we can keep “Single Ladies” on repeat. It seems as though I’ll be singing that tune for a while.

Proudly, might I add.