This is my continuing saga of a first date whilst enduring social anxiety syndrome. A raven haired beauty by the name of Limo prompted me to contact john malouff at the university of new england in armidale,nsw. I stress she didn`t do it knowingly. Unfortunately, she was blissfully unaware.

After the initial meeting at Limos office, we adjourned, via her work car, to a thai restaurant at the skywatch establishment (for the want of a better word). During all this time,I only stole quick glances at her for fear of making eye contact. I don`t know why, I just couldn`t. I do remember thinking that she looked smaller in person than in the picture she had sent me earlier. Clearly, this is ridiculous.

She ordered a vegetarian laksa. I told the waitress to surprise me. And she tried to with a lamb and rice dish. It was nice, but it wasn`t a surprise like I`d hoped. I was given a taste of kims vegetarian laksa and I really didn`t like it. I don`t think it went with the beer and the churning in my stomach. It didn`t look like she was enjoying it, even though she said she was.

I could have listened to her forever. Because I couldn`t maintain eye contact for long, she started to stare out the window while she talked. This was an ideal situation, for I could study her beauty in detail without the piercing glances of her eyes peering into my soul. I could keep the protective drawbridge up, yet still be in the company of this lovely woman.

I`m not entirely sure as to what I added to the conversation. I only know it wasn`t much. My biggest problem with anxiety is that long, drawn out descriptive sentences are completely off limits in a date such as this. Telling her of my dreams for my 10 acre block were a complete no-goer. I was content listening to her passioned filled dreams of  fixing her "renovators dream" with all but michelangelo doing the ceiling,

Even though the conversation was largely one sided, I thought the lunch date wasn`t going too badly. Hollywood has documented far worse lunch dates than this.