No… This is not me trying to attrack men readers thinking there is a treat for every reading.

No, this is me kicking my own buttock for failing miserably at speaking Danish yet again. I could burst in tears right now. WHY??? Every week it’s the same thing. I train everyday, speaking out loud whenever I am alone. It flows well, the words come out just fine… And as soon as Lucas enters the room I get the worst stage fright ever.

Words just won’t come out.

I don’t understand… Lucas is super supportive, he encourages me to speak louder, waits patiently… But as soon as he expects me to try, I freeze.

– Prøve…

– ………………………………………. .

It is crazy. My hands get shaky, my mouth gets dry, I am pathetic. If I didn’t act normally the rest of the time, he would probably think I have a crush on him.

At least, I have set the goal clearly today. Next week, we’ll use role playing (again, no connotation) to unblock me. Hopefully…

Dang!