I seem to recall that once upon a time I had some sort of game. I knew how to flirt. I knew what to do. I knew how to work it. Well, at least somewhat.
Now that I have a crush that occupies my mind and heart, I find that I don't, in fact, have any game at all. In fact, I'm a total spaz.
And it's not just that I have no game - the worst part is that I'm so scared of getting hurt or opening myself up, I'm doing things (not on purpose) to send him running away. What's with the sabotage?
Actually, the sabotage is pretty standard for me. According to my brother, my classic pattern is to pursue someone until they reciprocate and then run screaming the other way. Yep, that sounds about right.
What is wrong with me? He's seriously like THE COOLEST person on earth (gush gush) and I would be the luckiest girl in the world to be with someone I get along with so well. It's so effortless it's ridiculous.
Gah. I need to get a grip. Stop thinking about him it so much. Be cool, man. Be cool. For goodness sake, be breezy!