Cuddling is suddenly foreign.
Cuddling has never been foreign.
Should I hold his hand? What will he think . . .
OR
He's holding my hand . . What is he thinking?!
(Yes, I am back in middle school when holding hands is a big deal. Kissing gets even more complicated. I will leave that for another day's blog.)
Here is a resent senario of my life - I met this adorable guy and saw him on campus.
Him: "Shay!"
Me: "Hey!' I paused because of course it was his turn to add to the conversation . . . Right?? Wrong.
I suddenly became a nervous reck.
Like I had never talked to an attractive boy in my life.
I didn't know how to act.
I got ahead of myself and spoke to soon.
"How are you? What are you up to? Did ya just get out of class? Where you headed?"
EASY SHAYLA! I cut him off from asking how I was doing. To make it worse, I just asked him 50 billion questions at once.
Wow.
I ran away from that conversation as quickly as I could.Blew it.
Another scenario is the Shy Shay. I stay quite and just listen the whole time. I don't even notice I'm doing it until they say something. "You're being extremely quiet. What do you think?" Then I go bright red from embarrassment. At that moment I usually say something completely ridiculous because I was caught off-guard.
There are Many More scenarios I could share but I would rather not embarrass myself further.
I can't seem to get this dating thing right.
I need a dating 101 refresher course because I am struggling. Big time.
