Penis erectus non compus mentis.. I forget who is supposed to have said that but I guess the gist is when you’re “mighty interested” in a girl, conscience along with common sense goes out the window. Never-the-less it isn’t always so. Sometimes you manage to show restraint. The result is even worse. You begin to wander if it isn’t borne of some sort of masochism, the way you force yourself to ignore the way her hair drops in front of her eyes, making you want to brush it away and kiss her, or the very scent of her as she leans in to whisper yet another confidence filling your senses like lotus essence. Mentally, you toy with doing something, making the bold move, but you are more concerned with the reason why you don’t. Is it really propriety that causes you to hold back or is it cowardice? Friends advice you to act on it. They see her every action as planned overtures from the playbook of a seasoned courtesan. You remember the days before you found her attractive with heavy nostalgia. To suffer in silence or to risk losing her. Opportunity waits for no man, but stupidity has many robes, and it favours the most the one that looks like opportunity..