Thursday, October 2, 2008
Trials of dating part 1: Good dates make me stupid.
When I really like a guy I'm an idiot
I don't care if we've known each other for a while, or if I met you on the street that morning. If you're sitting across from me and it is a romantic situation, my knees are shaking under the table, I won't look you in the eye, I will spill and/or knock over everything in sight. Oh, and my voice will crack like a hyena going through puberty.
If I really like you I'll stare at your mouth wanting to kiss it. If we lock eyes I'll have to look away before my face becomes warm and my cheeks start to flush. In that moment I feel as if all my thoughts are printed on my face. Maybe I'll blurt out a stupid joke, hoping the decoy will buy me a second to compose myself. ... It's about as effective as throwing a donut at a cop in hot pursuit. It should work in theory, but is never as effective as I would like.
Of course ... this is if it's a good date.