Instances where i disintegrate into a pudding

Instances where i disintegrate into a pudding are when ;

Post pubescent infatuations and the likes surfaces in the nick of time where nanosecond ganders are stolen. With eyes that would surreptitiously linger whilst feigning nonchalance. Enthralled upon the sight of such specimen. After casually widening the distance at a safe length me and my string of girlfriends would then collapse in paroxysms of slap-worthy guffaws. Playing the role of a 13 year old school girl has taken its toll on my rationality. But its the initial phase that piques exhiliration. Where you'd mentally (sometimes literally) frolic upon correspondence. Casually setting aside the fact that it has only been virtual in manner... but who cares? I am then left to cogitate alternatives in reenacting the most ideal split second rendezvous of irises locking and pupils dilating. Heightened palpitations quickening by the second. And then pseudo composure ensues, where feigning nonchalance is such an innate response for me upon collisions. The whole notion of it is so ludicrous why does one capitulate to it? Sometimes i forget im only human. Frail as can be, and faltering upon such sight,with limbs that fail as you begin your step in closing the distance, coupled by maintaining what seems to be a tremulous composure. Yeah im good.