Which brings me to the bad news. I have a serious case of cold feet. A serious case. I left Marathon Man's house with toasty warm toes and plans to see him again, but by the time I stepped in my apartment, my feet started icing up and have stayed frozen. As in, I am nearing the point of eye rolls when I receive a text from him. And eye-rolling is one of the most severe symptoms of not having a crush on someone.
At this point, I am trying to address my cold feet concerns by not thinking about it. And flirting with other men. And having secret, little crushes on other men. And giggling like a schoolgirl about it. And making sustained, sexy eye contact with attractive men. And listening to One Direction.
It hasn't helped the cold feet, but it's warmin' my heart!
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