It's like an itch in your nose when you need to sneeze and someone says, "Bless you" at the last second, ruining it. Then you're sitting with a glass of whiskey and ginger, next to a good looking guy and you shoot snot all over his shoes. Wishing your knees weren't soaking up the $6 drink.
But what happens is, the guy sees you in a real moment and strangely all he wants to do is kiss you and wake up the next morning in your bed. Even if you don't touch each other's centers, he wants to see how pretty you look when the sun rises on your face.
He tell you, "Hello beautiful" and you know you'll fall in love when he makes your perfect eggs (with cheese). After coffee and cigarettes, he tells you how your face looks like it's been kissed by angels--with all the make-up worn away your freckles shine through.
There's nothing to hide. Then you make love and there's nothing more or less to hope for, except the thought of seeing him the next day....