I upped my game only to discover I did n't really have a game yet . I do remember one weird afternoon with the three of us lying on a bed intertwined passing a bottle of Harvey 's Bristol Cream . My friend later managed to rhyme Harvey 's Bristol Cream in a love poem he wrote her so kudos to him . After he left I was determined to make my move . Sometime later that summer , we were in the kitchen ( mine I think ) eating cereal when out of nowhere I kissed her .

Based on the preceding passage, answer the following question Why does the narrator feel so many jitters ?
They have a desire to make a move .