(That’s my own emphasis, by the way, because I think that’s important.)
I have always been under the impression that in order to be in a relationship, both parties should know about and agree to said status. It’s just good sense.
That definition was challenged, however, after my friend Hbomb shared a series of emails she’d exchanged with GQ – after she’d had the “friend talk” with him multiple times, and was clarifying that status after a mixed signals weekend.
I used the word relationship because there was an oh-so-fleeting moment when I felt a spark of “something”– maybe it was an unrequited crush–for what must’ve been one week late last summer.
Hold on just a second. An unrequited crush can count as a relationship? The mere feeling of a potential spark? That can make someone an ex?
By my definition, I haven’t had too many full on relationships. A handful, here and there, plus, you know, the one super big one that I’m in right now (and forever!). But by GQ’s definition…
There was that one major unrequited crush from the seventh grade – I’m hoping only major crushes count, not minor ones – then a string of them throughout high school. You know how teenagers are.
There was that guy in my Italian class four years ago – I thought there was a spark. We never went out (or talked outside of class except on the walk to our respective homes), but apparently, he’s my ex.
And those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head.
Should I count the lacrosse players I ogled in college? Or the blind dates I was set up on for sorority formals?
This list could get long.
And we haven’t even started on celebrities yet.
Though, by what other definition could I call Sawyer my ex?