Lets get it on (or better yet over with).
Lets get it on (or better yet over with). By Ollie. So, I’m seeing a guy on Friday. At least I’m supposed to. Ideally, I’d be able to say that it’s chill and doesn’t mean anything, but anyone who knows me will knows that I’m about to die of a panic attack any moment. Something about guys, relationships and romance speaks directly to the part of my adrenal gland which is responsible for pure potent dread. And I often compare my experience with dating like being thrown into the final week of Strictly for Samba week but… you don’t know the moves. Everything about dating scares me. The vulnerability, the unknown, the awkwardness. For someone who considers themselves quite the conversationalist, I always seem to choke on my words in any context where a spark may ignite at any moment. I think what separates any kind of socialising between friends and romantic partners apart is comfortability. When I’m around friends, its easy, I know them and they know me. I don’t have to worry about w...