Some people are bi-polar, flip-flopping between hyper and depressive episodes. I have something of the same, but it’s my ability to relate to people. I flip-flop between extreme extravertedness and introvertedness.
I’d asked this nice girl out, my flamboyant self sweeping her off her feet. Literally. It’d been at the dairy cooler while she read yogurt labels.
Tonight, however, I’ve flipped. I’m doing my best to act the part but I’m flailing. I can tell she knows something’s wrong. The waiter tells us about the flounder special. I mumble my choice of entree. She leans in, intrigued.
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