She gave me this sideways glance that told me, “I know you’re watching me, because I’m watching you.”

Well, how could I not? She was beautiful. Her eyes, her skin, and that somewhat-shy, somewhat-knowing smile. A smile that was different from the one she shared with her friends.

A smile she reserved for me.

Okay, I thought. Real simple. Just walk over there and say hi. Right. Real simple. Sure.

What do you think she sees in you? Ah, the old voice of self-doubt. The bane of every relationship I’ve ever tried to have. What do you think she’ll do when she realizes what a dork you are?

“I am not a dork!” I whispered to myself, making sure no one heard.

Fine, then. If you’re so sure of yourself, go ask her to dance.

“I will!” I said.

She winked at me. My heart pounded.

She wants you.

I started hyperventilating. No, no, no. Not now! Why do women always make me panic?

I took a step, and passed out.

My last thought: Now I’ll never know if her lips are as soft as they look.

I’m such a dork.