I am almost petrified of talking to people romantically sometimes, since I am still partially stuck in 7th grade me that was adorned in only the cheapest glasses, babyfat and awkwardness. However, that all changes after two beers. Drastically.
No, I dont like your ukulele, yes, I do like your hair.
No I dont have any biases, yes, I do have particular tastes.
No, I dont want to get ice cream, yes, I do eat it religiously (ie, quietly and with much humiliation).
No, I'm not impressed, yes, that includes with myself as well.
No, you're not that weird, yes, I do think you're a freak.
Yes, I will come over and pet your cat.