All the doubts, Ariana had, vanished. She was glad she had agreed to met Andy, she had fun. And she liked him, she really did. Her stomach was still tied to knots, that feeling of having butterflies in it, as some people would say. She knew she liked him because she was unable to eat anything, to focus. Ariana had not felt like that in a long time. She needed to keep talking to that guy, he was definitely worth it. She went to sleep, happy and satisfied.
The following day, however, she started thinking about all the things she had done. She had screwed up, she hardly ever asked him anything, she talked too much about herself. She couldn't almost believe all the wrong things she had done, she hated being so socially awkward. After that, on every text he sent, she saw him going further away, wanting to keep distance, because she was crazy. Or at least, that was what she thought. She wished she had said other things, she had asked more. She wished she had kissed him. She had been on the verge of doing so, but she felt it was too early, and she was too uncomfortable with the idea of doing so. Ariana was completely sure she had lost him, blaming herself for being completely unable to keep a man, not even for a second date.
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