"Don't Think Too Much"

That's a quote from a wise man I know. Only that, I think, in my female nature is prone to over-thinking. Case in point: Boy meets girl, girl meets boy. They went out, they laughed and they connected. Not once, but thrice. Connected, or so she likes to think. She comes home and ponders. She knows she likes him but she doesn't know if he likes her because he doesn't shed much light on this. Maybe he does but maybe she wasn't quick enough to pick up on the hints. She still doesn't know. She thinks and thinks. She questions and questions. What can she do? She goes round and round trying to figure it out ...