Sex & the Single Woman: Falling For You

Lately I have been having a problem where every time this cute guy sees me, I am in a state of disarray. Never anything epic, but enough so that I leave the scene slapping my forehead and wondering, “Why?”

And why is it? Why is it that we can be so pulled together 99 percent of the time, but the one moment where we trip and fall all over ourselves he is there? I can almost guarantee that every time I slip up, if I look up he will be watching.

I pride myself on taking these kinds of situations in stride. I learned a long time ago that some things I just can’t take too seriously. But at the same time, when is fate going to cut me a break?