Ah, relationship drama. Nothing says love like doing something totally stupid to impress the object of your affection. I’ve done it, you’ve probably done, we’ve all done. But some folks go a little farther than others and that can spell disaster, especially if you land on your head.
Speaking of relationships, today is the 20th anniversary of the first time I kissed my husband. It was during a Christmas party/slam dance at good ol’ Apartment 1 in Blacksburg. This was my senior year at Virginia Tech, and Michael and I had been flirting outrageously for months. A lot of folks probably breathed a sigh of relief when we finally got together, then looked away when we got waaaaaaaaaay too sappy and mushy for anybody’s good. We’re still just as bad 20 years later, I can assure you.