This Bakerella post on peanut butter blossoms is making me feel all these feelings! (also I am a bit hormonal and sick and hopped up on not sleeping. So. Keep that in mind.)

Can I tell you a story? A quick one, honestly. It’s like, way past my bedtime anyway. 

Sooooo let’s flashback to grade 12. It’s Christmastime and I have this biiiig crush on this super cute boy, and I want to give him something for Christmas. But I worry that giving him anything might indicate that I like him, and I do not want him to know that I like him. Nuh uh. So I decide to make something general for a bunch of people and then just casuallllly give it to him too. 

I bake up a batch of peanut butter blossoms and I wrap a bunch of them up in little cellophane gift bags, and I stick them in my backpack on the last day of school before vacation. And I give them out to a BUNCH of people, making sure that he sees me giving them out, so it is clear that this is just a general gift! For everyone! And then at the end of the day I give him some, and he thanks me. And later tells me they were delicious and such. And I am so casual about it! Like, I bake cookies for people ALL THE TIME. Because we are just friends and he absolutely does not need to know that I like him!

SPOILER ALERT! It turns out that he liked me back and had no idea that I liked him. Obviously, what with my constant neurosis party about not showing that I liked him. Neither of us ever worked up the courage to make a move at that time, and it took EIGHT YEARS for us to start dating (although not without more neuroses parties on my part).  

THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS: Man, just tell people when you like them. What’s the absolute worst that can happen? You make yourself some cookies and get over it. NBD.