Why?

That's all I want to know. Why did I have to be sweaty? Why did I have to be out of breath? Why did my hair have to be flat? Why did I have to be wearing the same crumpled shirt I'd been schlepping around dusty Spain in all morning? Why did I have to be insanely tired? Why must I insist on babbling like the village idiot when I'm flustered? Why didn't I put on some mascara before I left the house? Why do we have to share a tube station? Why did he have to look better than I remembered? Why didn't he mention the drink he invited me out for not 7 days before? Why oh why do I care?

Lots of 'why's' lately and a notable lack of corresponding lightbulb moments.