I led the way to the sofa, straight ahead, and we both sat at an end of it. I felt the need to explain my behavior at the door, and the verbal vomit began. I turned bright red and said, “Please excuse my behavior at the door, it’s just …” I looked up at him through my lashes, not trying to be cute, just truthfully embarrassed that I was going to be so honest. “It’s just that… you’re beautiful.”