I rode up in the elevator with 2 men - one on each side of me. I thought I was going to die

I NEVER really felt shy around men (scared, hypervigilant yes, yes! but shy...no) - not until all of this business I am dealing with.

Thankfully, I had my heels on, so we were all around the same height (6'1 - ish). But I couldn't look up, I was blushing (they were chatting politely), part of me was a little happy that I was stuck in an elevator with 2 interesting men, but the stronger part of me just wanted to run out of there. Ugh. (and nowhere to run)

I find that is happening a lot lately.
The more I am out, the more I am bound to run into people and the more likely I am to be with (what I consider) interesting men ...

at some point I am going to HAVE to start dating. Again.

I don't want to be that girl (the lady with too many cats). But I also have to sort of step on it because I'm not getting any younger. I know it will happen when I am ready, but the whole thing seems so strange to me. I KNOW this is going to get easier. It's has to!

Oh god! I'm going to be one of those ladies! Hi!! I'm the old lady a hundred cats.