In a particularly flirtatious mood one night in London, my friend, after a day full of beer/wine and girl talk, pushed me to go into a pub on my own. I became butterfly-in-stomach nervous and this is usually my cue to DO WHATEVER IS MAKING ME NERVOUS. Despite the fear. Despite the fact that I was being self-doubt-y and not walking the talk I had just talked about for the past four hours with my friend and OMG JAMIE GO ...
