Here I am! 23 and still a virgin! How can I overcome this debilitating shyness? How do I recognize a signal? How do I avoid rejection and even humiliation?

All these questions lived in my mind until I met you. I was absolutely captivated. I found your smile was a flash of light into my drab life. I admired your beauty. Blondish hair; bright eyes surrounded by the beginning of laugh lines; a nice figure; all I had ever dreamed about in my ideal girl.

I loved the way you sought my company in the crowd. You even grasped my hand on one occasion to take me along with you. I remember the first time we danced. How I was just enthralled with the nearness of you. I remember the perfume. I remember how light you felt as you followed my movements. I remember your bare arm along my bare arm. How that almost intimate touch thrilled me. I can remember how you brushed your breasts against me in the dance. God! How I wanted to take you in my arms and kiss you.

The dance finished and I screwed up all my courage. "Would you like me to walk you home?" I asked. I waited for your reply with my heart in my mouth. To me there was so much hanging on your reply.