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Sweaty palms,Too nervous to eat,I sit here before you,Oh, what a treat. You asked me to dine,At a table so pretty,I am hanging on your every word,You are so funny and witty. I am not normally quiet,Yet, I am here in my silence,You wonder what’s wrong,As I search for some guidance. Intimate social situations,Bring onContinue reading “The Date”