My Venus

 

 

    As fears go, I have many, the fear of dying, the fear of drowning, the fear of tiny places, the fear of the dark.  All these fears are genuine and yes, I am a neurotic nightmare, but the most destabilizing fear for me is the face of a fabulously beautiful woman.  I suffer from venustraphobia, that is the fear of beautiful women.

  
    Dating was a nightmare.  The anxiety, the sweat, the showers were just a normal part of my process.  Avoiding eye contact was a crucial tool in my social survival kit.  Distancing became the easiest, the loneliest, the one I still use today.

    I thank God for the internet.  It has afforded me a platform to simply converse with people without them knowing I am a social misfit.  I have accepted this role and this fear lives on.  Oh to be desensitized by a bevy of beauties.  Of course, then I would surely die.  The truth be known, haven't I already.  Cursed Fear and beloved friend.  I will surely miss you.