When In Rome

New situations and new people.
When in Rome, do as the Romans.
Take a breath, hold a breath, let a breath out.
Butterflies and burning skin,
gotta go with the motions to hide new emotions.
One night, one boy, two and a half hours.
Crushes come on faster than spring time rain.
Summer likin', happened so fast.
I'm in over my head,
as he is someone I can only hope to get.
New goal, new plan, wrap my head around all of this.
Innocent flirts, tangled limbs,
just tell me what it takes to get under your skin.

Is it better to be a cynical and be met with pleasant surprises, or is it best to be hopeful and meet disappointment around the corner?