Twice in the last couple of weeks good looking girls have told me they thought I was "26 or 27."
Personally, I think it's the fact that I am more or less having the time of my life lately, and that shows in how I carry myself.
I was out last night. I was social. I was very social. I flirted. And not one moment of fear. This was a good night.
I will continue to believe that this social phobia thing is fast becoming a thing of the past. Only a couple of problem areas left that I haven't yet really worked on.