My little brother Johnny has a hard time talking to girls. You could say he’s socially awkward when it comes to women. He’s also not so little, unless you consider being 6’2 and 24 years old being little. I know he likes girls because I used to read bedtime fairy tales to him and his favorite was Little Red Riding Hood. He’d always ask about how old she was and way did the wolf eat Grandma and not Red Riding Hood. I was older so I’d of course think something dirty and laugh to myself.