I'm typically a pretty outgoing person. I can read people pretty well, have a decent intuition for what to say and not to say, interests that spam the entire spectrum of human experience, and a personally reminiscent of an excited puppy meeting strangers.
Then, it happens, I encounter a woman I find attractive, and everything that should have prepared me for that moment disappears. My ability to form complete sentences, to formulate comprehensive arguments, and everything else that could possibly be attractive about my personality all take a most unwelcome vacation to some deserted island in the North Pacific.
Out comes nerdy me, ADHD spazz me, the me who had taken more pictures of his dog than literally everything else. Terry as hard as I can, this me can not be any less attractive to anything that resembles a woman.
It is still me, however, and I embrace that scrawny fucker for everything he is.
