I got butterflies this morning.
Stomach-fluttering, cheesy-grin-causing butterflies.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
I'm not ready.
I've been asked out by more guys than I care to think about over the past couple weeks.
I've shut every one of them down.
I'm not ready.
But I am not in charge.
Maybe things are unfolding as they are supposed to for me, whether I feel I am ready or not.
Maybe those butterflies were always a part of the plan, the life, created for me.
I don't know. I don't remember the last time I felt butterflies.
Not very many people have caused them. In fact, just one is coming to mind at the moment.
And that was years and years and years ago.
So yeah, today's butterflies are kinda a huge deal.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Ahhh!! Maybe you don't feel you're ready, but it wouldn't hurt to just out and have fun. Get your mind off things. If you feel after that, that things are moving to fast, then slow it down? Just a thought. But I am glad that you are getting asked out! Does wonders for a girl's self-esteem. Especially after being hurt the way you were. :) I'm happy for you.
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