I have never been in a relationship, and before you go, “me too!” or “that’s not so weird,” I can assure you, my friend, my dear dear reader, you have had more experience than me. I literally laughed as my answer to my doctor’s question of, “are you sexually active?” Anyway, I digress.

While my happiness is not dependent on my being in a romantic relationship, in my almost 21 years of existence, I cannot help but consider my lack of experience and how that makes me sad because it is most definitely something I want to experience.

I understand that relationships are tricky and sticky and confusing, and the lack of clarity in the process can be frustrating and painful. I have sympathy for that, and I would never want my friends to feel saddened by something or someone that should only enhance their lives.

However, I cannot help to think in my mind sometimes that I just wish people would STFU about their “complicated” relationship problems because when it comes down to it, ya’ll should be thankful you even turn heads and have something to complain about.

For the relationship-impaired, such as myself, and as someone who says at least six times a day that I do not know how to talk to boys and that my version of flirting is kindergarten behavior, I sometimes get frustrated at the seeming forgetfulness of most individuals that romance is a privilege and a gift – even the messy parts.

It goes back to that old saying – you need to experience pain to know what pleasure is. Be thankful you have the opportunity to compare the two and know the difference. Some of us are still searching for that.

And to whatever boy I hopefully maybe possibly end up falling in love with: it would be a pleasure to get my heart broken by you.