If you look back on your life, I’d venture to say that a lot your best moments were when you were at your most vulnerable.
When I was 17, I fell in love for the first time. Although it’s hard to remember, I think we had gone on four or five date-like outings, and still no kiss. After the, let’s say, fifth date, we were standing outside his house by my car. We had been talking for two hours. It was late. I got in my car to drive home, and he started walking inside. I was almost out of his driveway when I thought, “This is bullshit.” I reversed the car, parked, got out, walked up to him and kissed him. I was shaking. It comes to mind as one of the most vulnerable moments of my life, and one of the best.