Yeah that basically. Mixed signals n ting, flirtatious looks then being stared at after you tell 'em your favourite Fresh tune is Signal or Pink Panther, text messages where you spell like a drunk foreign exchange student despite attempting to be suave and charming, finding out on the first date your punching above your weight, then consecutive dates lead to the knowledge that really your so far out of your depth your fancy new 1000m diving watch just started going backwards, no conversation starters 'cos your too busy thinking about what not to say, looking like a tit when you forget something important, her not being around for the next trip out (which you planned so is currently looking like KFC followed by a walk to the local owl sanctuary, as you can't take her for shots followed by a Shogun Audio night), realising your clothes make you like like a cross between the homeless and someone's uncle, sweating out through straight up fear whenever she's around, her having exciting and interesting places to visit and you realising you have the studio or your mates flat. Is all this really necessary? Surely not? Maybe if I buy a white shirt and some boat shoes with a gay little hat I could circumvent this bastard facade that I'm having to play at the moment. I feel like a dog in a show jumping through hoops on fire, only I cant jump very well and the next hoop is pretty fucking high . Yeah I know it's a bit dear diary but I needed to get that out. I'm off to clarks. Peace.