This never gets easier, does it?
While many social situations have gotten easier to handle with age, I still get as nervous calling a girl for the first time as I did when I was 14. Case in point, I just got off the phone with a lovely young woman I met a two Saturdays ago (I didn’t wait this long to call, in case you’re wondering. I had called last week and gotten voice mail and the long holiday weekend threw a wrench into making plans). I actually had to psyche myself up to overcome a vast collection of jitters, and even now with the deed done, my pulse is still racing. And while I’ve decided to eschew the “meet-fuck-figure it out afterwards” model of initiating a relationship, I almost yearn for such a less mentally taxing method of going about these things.
Am I alone in displaying teenage-level anxiety in these matters? Has anyone really become the cool, collected epitomy of suave in their twenties? Share away.