Well this thread was dug up from a while ago.
That was probably one of the lowest points in my life when I was writing that. When my anxiety was probably at the worst. I just read threw it again, and I'll finish off the story. Nothing ever happened with the girl, but probably a good thing looking back. I think it came to a conclusion when she was pretty much asking me out, and I ran away (probably more of a quick walk, but it felt like running). But thinking about it she was a bit slutty, and it probably wouldn't have lasted.
But from there I did pick myself up and move on.
I met a girl who suffered from very similar problems, and I managed to talk through them with her, and she helped me through them, and I helped her through them. Just basically realising that I was fighting the anxiety rather than my own nerves. It was a start. And from there I pretty much moved on. Nothing really happened with the girl with similar problems (she had a BF), but she helped me deal with my issues and move on.
And a few months later, I met another girl online (who lived in another state), and we started talking, and getting to know each other better. And after a few months, she came to visit me, and I didn't throw up. The urges were there, but I took deep breathes and calmed down. I went to visit her, and still no throwing up.
Well, another few more years later and we're married, living in her state, have a very cute puppy and kitten.
The anxiety will probably never truly be gone, it still comes back every now and again, but never to the severity that it used to, and a few deep breathes and its gone completely. Realising what it was, and how to deal with it made the world of difference, and having like minded people to help amazingly too.
To anybody suffering from what I was, know its not a life sentence, and there is a very good light at the end of the tunnel.