February may be over, but its presence lingers like the smell of sweet chocolate-covered strawberries. February is the month of love and also the month of delusion. It’s the month of silly campus activities like the Marriage Pact that might mean something, the betrayal of checking someone’s story only to find out they’re not single, and the pink and red haze that all leave a bittersweet funk that lingers into March.

I think we are the first generation where sex is less awkward to talk about than dating. In order to not further risk my chances of getting into heaven, I’ll be talking about the latter—I’m told BC priests read these articles every now and then. Strap in! In case you didn’t know, Merriam-Webster defines date as “the brown, oblong edible fruit of a palm (Phoenix dactylifera).”