When I’m nervous there is no hiding it. I yawn uncontrollably (weird, yes) and my stomach feels like it has relocated itself somewhere near my epiglottis. I’m experiencing both things currently. In fact, I am so nervous, I am early (by 90 minutes) for a dinner where I am meeting a friend’s fiancé. Normally this should not warrant terror, however I have an ugly past where male friends of mine have significant others who literally hate me and forbid them from seeing me. Seriously. For some reason I put off a “hey I want your man because I can’t find my own” vibe. Super. Here are the most recent examples. Example #1: classmate in my masters program. Apparently this lad was told by his wife (after meeting me one time and not actually speaking to me) that he was, get this, FORBIDDEN, from studying with me or being near me. Not lying. I did not know this morsel of information, so when I was confronted via a private Facebook message a la Cheaters-style I was blind-sided. I came to un...