When people think about the holidays, they think of nights spent with family, gifting presents to friends and probably like, hot chocolate. And that’s all true–trust me when I say I’m the biggest Christmas fan you will find. But even I have to admit: the holidays can be awkwardddddd. Don’t get what I mean? Well, I’m pretty sure you’ve experienced at least one of these three situations:

That time you saw your ex at the bar: If you’ve since fled the coup, returning to your old stomping grounds–specifically your old watering holes–can be ripe with uncomfortable opportunities. If you choose to brave a night out in your home town, chances are you’re probably going to run into someone you don’t want to see. And this someone will probably be an ex, at which point you’ll either a) down a vodka soda and grab the nearest acceptable man to flirt with or b) down a vodka soda and go flirt with your ex. I’m not judging for either situation. Alternate senario: there are just a lot of awkward hugs with people you haven’t seen in a few years. I’m an awkward hugger, I admit it. I usually hug when I’m uncomfortable. It’s a weird habit.

That time your great aunt asked about your sex life: I mean really…why do people ask questions they only want a certain answer to? Do you really think great Aunt Anne wants to hear that no, you haven’t found an investment banker hubby in the city–but you did go on a few dates with an unemployed magician? Probably not. If you’re single, you’re getting the “when are you settling down” question and if you’re taken, you’re getting the “when’s the ring coming” question. My solution? Stuff your face with enough mini hotdogs that nobody wants to ask you anything past “Do you need a napkin?” Works pretty well.

That time you had a really sloppy New Years Eve kiss: You know the rom-com moment: you and a handsome stranger meet eyes across the room at 11:30. By 12 am you’re locked in a passionate kiss, securing your place as a romantically successful broad for all of 2013 (personally, I like to place myself in the Ryan Atwood/Marissa Cooper moment where he rushes in at 11:59 to the tune of “Dice”…but that’s just me). Random-guy-in-club reality is this: he’s probably sloppy, your hair fell out of a carefully crafted up-do an hour ago and you totally clang teeth. Oh, did I mention there will be pictures on Facebook?

Spill it: what’s your most awkward holiday moment? Because I know you have one….