
Originally Posted by
EMAR
Imagine meeting someone and 5 minutes into the conversation, they run off to the bathroom, come back and admit they had to puke because they're so crazy about you. In theory, it's very flattering to the ego. But I bet in real life, you'd be freaked out. Let's not forget that it freaks me out as well to see myself like this. I'm thinking "what the hell is happening to me?". How many times can I barf in one night?! And I also wonder: suppose I do tell the person about my mad mad case of butterflies, is that going to make them go away? If it was only butterflies! I hate myself for not being in control of myself because like Ryaan says, it's all in my head and I am the master of myself..Until I fall hardcore in love. Sigh.