My relationship with Daylight Savings Time is annoyance wrapped up in complicated memories of my freshman year of college. I grew up in a state that never changed its clocks, so my most vivid memories are from that first year in a state that did.
I was probably in love, but didn't know it at the time. All I knew was that everything about this new relationship was different - more intense, less rational. Saturday night, his best friend said to him "Hey, you guys have an extra hour tonight." It wasn't meant in a snarky way, it was said with affection. He was a little embarrassed.
It doesn't seem complicated, but his best friend was female and he never understood why I wasn't jealous. I could see the attraction - it was there, it was obvious. It was also clear it was not the level or type of attraction one would act on, at least not unless something changed. In the end, I was never able to persuade him I felt comfortable about his relationship with his best friend. Invariably conversations would lead to a discussion of my friends - most of whom were male.
Eventually the relationship ended, as it was always destined to. Even so, having an extra hour every Fall still makes me feel seventeen years old again.