Another Night

When I get nervous, I get sort of...um...spazzy.
It's awful.
It's like...probably some drug that I haven't experienced that makes you act like a lunatic.
High pitched voice, wide eyes, big, unnerving smile. Think Cheshire Cat with Elmo's voice.

And Exclusive to Blind Dating, I get sweaty. Disgusting. I'm not a sweaty person. I don't produce a lot of fluids, just sort of as a general state of my being. Not at the gym, not in the bladder, not when public speaking, not when performing a triple axel at the Olympics. But this dating bullcrap turns me into some sort of squeaky, smelly, wet, pubescent boy.

Sick.

I can only hope it comes off as confident, conversational and...sweaty. It's hard to disguise sweaty as anything but what it is.

Another date tonight, in case you didn't guess. I've been told (which I take as being WARNED) that he's handsome. Really handsome. So I'm probably going to go with a paper bag over my head. I'm also going to go home and REshower and REdo my hair and REdress so that he doesn't think I'm a karate master or something.

(I assume karate masters are sweaty and hyperactive.)