On our first date my hands were shaking so badly that when he handed me the small, paper wine-list I couldn’t make out any of the words. My hands were shaking so badly I could see only a tangled mess of text. And as we exchanged hellos and met eyes and did-those-things-you-do-on-first-dates-when-you've-met-before-but-only-a-little-and-not-like-this, I tried to hold the list still. I failed. I tried to turn just enough away from him to breathe and calm my shaking hands. I failed.
Instead I turned to the bartender and said, Something dry and white, please.
And then let them shake.