Shy
Someone asked me recently, “Are you getting a Hot Boyfriend or waiting for a Hot Boyfriend to get you?” It strikes me that maybe I need to rename my GAHB project. But Get A Hot Boyfriend To Get Me (GAHBTGM) just doesn’t sound as cool, you see.
As it turns out, confidence is insufficient for nailing dates. Actual pouncing is required, I am told.
But. But. But.
I am too shy, lah.
If I were to put my shyness aside to pounce on some poor unsuspecting Hot Guy, he’s probably forming the wrong impression to start with. Even if I do succeed in seducing him, subsequent attempts to bring him to realise that my awkwardness is not a game or that my nerves are more sensitive than he imagines, will only come to naught. And I am stuck feeling unreal, unnatural, and misunderstood.
Like about now. I anticipate strong comments from friends disputing my claim to introversion. MISUNDERSTOOD.