So I’ve had this “thing for” (maybe with?) this person for a while, and by “a while,” I mean a year. They go to a different school so it’s a weird, long-distance situation where we never get to see each other except for a few times over break, so the relationship has always been very platonic. Last week, I was having a rough night because of comps, and this person remotely had a Cove pizza delivered to me at the library so I could make it through the night. It was the best thing ever (except it was awful because it was Cove, but they didn’t know any better) and I was so confused because it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.
So I guess my question is … Is this love?
Puzzled by Pizza
Dear Puzzled by Pizza,
Pizza is the glue that can mend or create relationships — or the thing that, in the case of wrong toppings and stubborn exes, can end them. Your situation sounds pretty ideal: Who, in a delirious going-on-nine-hours-in-Club-Olin state hasn’t romanticized the thought of hot pizza being delivered to them, courtesy of someone they’re interested in? But don’t let yourself be swayed by the lure of hot cheesy goodness — you have to consider the character of this person, and their motivations. If they’re normally caring, always there to lend an ear, perhaps this was just them being nice. Conversely, it could be their introverted way of saying, “Hey, I like you. Let’s Netflix and chill next time we’re both home.”
The real question here I guess is: What do you want? That sounds like a Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul kind of answer, but it’s the most important part of the equation. Pizza can equal sustenance and mean they care about your well-being and love you. Or, it could just be the friendly thing to do. If I saw a starved friend on the side of the road, I’d probably hand them a Pop-Tart because I don’t want that blood on my hands. First, you have to figure out where you stand. But if this back-and-forth has gone on for a year now, and you’re still into them, I say take a leap. Maybe the midnight Cove delivery was their leap. You could spend the next year wondering what they think of you, but one day you’re going to have to ask them. Make today that day. Meanwhile, if they send pizza your way again, feel free to share.
You know you love me,
Emily Sakamoto ’16 is an English major with a concentration in creative writing and a minor in messing with other people’s personal lives, whether they ask for the advice or not, from North Oaks, Minn.