Don't fear the butterflies

One of my very good amigas is in-kilig. Note that I refrained from using the L word. It's simply in-kilig. For now. And that's wonderful.
The butterflies in the stomach. The I-can't-wait-till-I-see/talk/chat-with him again feeling. The daydreaming. The conversation that leaves you smiling long after it's happened.
Up until a couple of days ago, that was me as well. Which is why I can't help but worry. Because I somehow don't want her to go through the roller-coaster that I'm currently going through.
You know how they say, what goes up must come down?
The kilig factor gets replaced by questions, and the exchange of more information, that leads to even more questions. Then follow the expectations. And then the inevitable downward spiral when either party does not meet said expectations.
But sometimes, things go well. And kilig turns into admiration. And then to love.
I somehow screw things up somewhere between the questions and expectations. (wry laughter here).
But my friend has more brain cells than me when it comes to matters of the aorta. She is the one person I know who can handle men with so much grace (even under extreme pressure) that I end up fuming on her behalf. This girl could put up a school on poise education with electives on self-esteem formation.
Suddenly, I'm not that worried anymore.

Nice going genius.

I'm staring at my toes because I refuse to think about how idiotic I was acting today.
If I could do one thing over today it would be this: Find a better way of expressing myself without sounding stupid. Anything would be better than what my mouth came up with, which was: "I am so not jealous!!!"

If I were inebriated, I'd probably have started off with (and this is in no particular order) -
>I'm sorry but years of jerk exposure has turned me into a scarred cynic who has trust issues. The fact that you act the player does not help.
>I am probably now hard-wired to sabotaging any/all chances of semi-coupledom.
>I try to find reasons to run away before you can get under my skin.
>Jealousy is a by-product of like, so you see, I'm actually admitting that I like you too. In a roundabout way. And that's a lot from me.
>Be semi-glad I'm showing any emotion at all. I could've just walked away without warning.
>I'm sorry, but until I know what the story is, and where I stand, I will act like an idiot sometimes.

But I wasn't inebriated. I was stone-cold sober, albeit green-eyed. So all I could come up with was: "I'm so not jealous!!!"
How creative.
I see the other party running in the opposite direction now. The end is nigh.

Stop. Look. Listen.

Remember how, as a kid, you were taught to look both ways before crossing the road?
The instruction was pretty simple and very logical.
Look to your left and then to your right. If it was clear, you could cross. If not, stay on your side of the road and wait until it was safe.
So why do we, as adults, refuse to apply this simple rule to our lives? Why do we cross without pause, blindly hoping we sidestep the inevitable wreck that may just happen because we refused to look? Why do we insist on walking into the path of speeding bullet trains?
Why do we ignore the figurative traffic signs staring us in the face???
If it's clear, walk. If it's not, stay put. Wait until it's safe, and then cross.

Maybe we all secretly dream of adorning the asphalt as non-furry roadkill.
How else does one explain it?