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Screw you Anna Leonowens!*

From The King and I:

Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you.
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.

Getting to know you,
Putting it my way,
But nicely,
You are precisely,
My cup of tea.

Getting to know you,
Getting to feel free and easy
When I am with you,
Getting to know what to say

Haven't you noticed
Suddenly I'm bright and breezy?
Because of all the beautiful and new
Things I'm learning about you
Day by day.

I'm sorry but no matter how many times I break into euphoric singing during the day, getting to know someone sucks. I mean, it's fun and interesting but there are moments when you just feel so unsure of yourself "because of all the beautiful and new things" you're learning. I'm only "bright and breezy" because I'm trying desperately to be so in order that you won't think I'm a total idiot. The "getting to hope you like me" part is what is so frustrating. How much of myself to do I put out there right away and how much do I trickle out in spurts so you don't run away screaming?

Maybe I should take a piece of advice from another song from the same musical:

Whenever I feel afraid
I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune
So no one will suspect I'm afraid.

While shivering in my shoes
I strike a careless pose
And whistle a happy tune
And no one ever knows I'm afraid.

The result of this deception
Is very strange to tell
For when I fool the people
I fear I fool myself as well!

Tell me, whistling on a date: A do or a don't?

* Ann Leonowens is the "I" in The King and I

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