Sweaty palms, the internal emotional rollercoaster of a teen in lust, heart pounding, throat closing up, freaking out about what I'm going to wear.
This is what dating does to me.
Talking with someone who I have talked to for a month. Who somehow leaves me feeling like I've just talked to my best friend for hours. Who I've managed to unabashedly show my crazy to and instead of judgement has matched it with their own.
Yes, Mr. Chef and I have finally decided to meet.
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