My Butterflies

I do a lot of public speaking. No problems. Easy for me. Maybe one or two butterflies wake up down below, but, nothing that really upsets me so. I work in the field of Emergency Management. I prepare companies on how to respond to crises. On a few occasions, I have helped these organizations at time of disaster. No problem. I stay calm; I do not succumb to panic. My butterflies remain docile and dormant. But as soon as I see a pretty woman, the butterflies start to awake. Should she get closer to me, they begin to swarm and multiply. Should I attempt to talk to her, the butterflies revolt in a frenzied, sporadic dance of fluttering panic. The flapping wings churn my stomach; The collective energy heat my body causing sweat to flow from every pore; including the palms of my hands and the forehead no longer protected by the camouflage of hair. I have tamed and trained my butterflies to remain calm under the most stressful situations known to man – except one! So, should a winged creature get caught in my throat, preventing me from talking; Or, butterflies clutter my brain causing me to say the most idiotic things; Or the collection of butterflies take to flight, quickly scurrying me away from you – I hope you understand.