Confuzzled (confused + puzzled) and Excervous (excited + nervous)
I tend to make up words for what I’m feeling, because there are no other appropriate words that exist.
So, I went to a club on Valentine’s Day/Single Awareness Day. The club was absolutely charming: dimmed lights, pumpin’ music, my best friends at my side. All the usual factors that would transform a night from drab to fab.
And then, I met a guy. He came over, danced next to me (notice how he did not rub his nether regions all up on me like most), we talked, we clicked. The first decent, non-lascivious guy I’ve met at a club as of then. He asked for my number, and for the first time, did not mind giving it to him, a complete stranger.
But then, I met another guy. He was a giant, hovering over me like a skyscraper in New York. We danced (he, too, not caressing me without my consent, or gyrating his pork sword all over me), we talked, we clicked. He asked for my number, and, for the second time, did not mind giving it out to him, a complete stranger.
Do you now comprehend why I made up those words?
