He gave me a book. I was short with him and he gave me a book. I was determined to ignore him. It wasn’t working. Nobody makes me nervous and nobody fills my stomach with butterflies. Nothing good could possibly come of it. He was too cute, too perfect. When he smiled I felt sick to my stomach. Best to ignore him. Besides the way the security companies do things at work he’d be switched out in a month or so anyway. I didn’t find any solace in that. I talked to him online after he asked for my yahoo id. He wanted to know why I was so hard to get. Because he was perfect, that’s why. On our first date I found out I wasn’t the only one with butterflies, he actually thought he was getting sick. Did I really have that effect on somebody? I know how I was feeling. Nervous. Nauseated. Self conscious. The first time we kissed I felt light headed, dizzy most of the way home. We call it “twitterpated”…I was walking along minding my own business and bam! Twitterpated. He would have asked for my phone number, but I was short with him. Being shy, he asked me if I wanted the book instead and hoped I’d figure it out. So it started with a book (and many more since) and we ended up in love. So much for ignoring him…

...and that was how November ended this year.