I almost convinced myself the date was a mistake before it even started.<\/p>\n
For days, I rehearsed what to say to him. Every version sounded either too casual or way too intense. So when he finally agreed to dinner, I acted calm \u2014 but inside, I was already overthinking everything.<\/p>\n
The night itself started quietly. Too quietly.<\/p>\n
He was polite. Kind, even. But every conversation seemed to die seconds after it began. I kept throwing out questions just to avoid the silence. Meanwhile, my brain spiraled into panic.<\/p>\n
Maybe he only said yes to be nice.<\/p>\n
Maybe I imagined every signal between us.<\/p>\n
Maybe this entire thing was a disaster.<\/p>\n
By the time we ordered food, I had mentally accepted failure and just picked a burger and fries because I was too exhausted to pretend anymore.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at my plate and said, \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
But instead of judging me, he laughed with visible relief.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no idea how badly I wanted to order that too,\u201d he admitted. \u201cI was trying so hard not to look careless.\u201d<\/p>\n
And suddenly everything changed.<\/p>\n
He confessed he\u2019d been nervous the entire night \u2014 terrified of saying the wrong thing, overthinking every response, every silence, every move.<\/p>\n
I started laughing because\u2026 I had been doing the exact same thing.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when the awkwardness disappeared.<\/p>\n
Not because we became perfect \u2014 but because we finally became honest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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