I'm nervous and a little sweaty.

Oh, and slightly queasy. A perfectly nice boy asked me out. And I feel like throwing up. I don't know if I'm ready. In fact I don't think I'll ever be ready again. I'm still so fucked up over The Boy - how can I inflict my life on someone else?

So I take a few steps back and think "It's just dinner." It doesn't mean anything will come of it. Right, that's why I feel like throwing up.
-Chel