Shy-ish, Sweet-ish, Worth the Effort

I'm 25 and I'm bad at this. I'm bad at selling myself, bad at talking myself up, bad at being the one to make the first move. I work as a research assistant at Emory and I'm much more comfortable with data than with people. But I'm tired of being alone and I'm pushing through the discomfort because what's the alternative — I stay single forever because I'm shy? The dogwood trees on the Emory campus in spring are my favorite thing about this city. I want a man who's patient, who asks questions, who draws me out rather than waiting for me to come forward. I promise there's a lot under the surface.