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I am a smart, funny, beautiful woman. But God forbid I get in to a close encounter with a crush. I verbally fall flat on my damn face.

Especially if I’m the one asking him out. Then it gets worse.

If I’m just in a normal every day setting I’m fine. But lord, I really do lose every word I should say, and sound like an idiot. Completely. To me, anyway.

My attempts have mixed results. In the past, they’ve occasionally worked. This last round of single-dom? Not so much.

But you know what? The right guy would find it cute, and gutsy that I even asked. That’s the guy I should wait for. That is the guy I want.