And this is what I do.
Defences up...way up, before I've even finished the drive home. "He doesn't like me, he can't possibly. Much safer if he doesn't."
I was self conscious on our date, but that's because he was kinda cute.
I liked that he kissed me on the cheek when I arrived.
I liked it when he put his arm around me to move me out of the way of rampant cyclists.
He had gorgeous blue blue eyes.
He said I was beautiful.
When he kissed me on the cheek to say goodbye, I wished he'd kissed me on the lips.
EDIT - I was slapped severely around the head and shoulders today by two of my oldest friends (nearly 30 years I've known them), who know my game, know my crap and know what I'm doing. So, now I'm out there...hanging in the wind, waiting for some guy to call me. Happy?