BF #1: "Place to Meet" and "Conversation"

I wanted to meet somewhere I was comfortable but also have options.

I met him at 2 of my favorite spots, in case he liked one over the other – I wouldn’t be disappointed.  Eclipse De Luna is a nice little spot that offers good tapas and light salsa dancing. I love it.  When we met up, I found that he didn’t care for Mexican food or dancing and the wait was nearly an hour, so we headed to the intimate coffee spot (Cafe Intermezzo)  I’d picked as my second up the street.  He wasn’t a great fan of coffee but seemed to like the quieter atmosphere so I knew I was going to get to practice my conversation.  

I was nervous, had fretted over my outfit – didn’t want to be sexy, flirty (since he was not a true target and this was a test) but didn’t want to look dumpy and out of practice either.  I had decided on a short blue dress, blue tights and my comfy boots and a sweater.  I was fully covered yet the dress was short enough to show my legs and my curvy butt but not much more. 

We sat down and I started with my list of questions I’d picked for the evening conversation.

I had thought long and hard over this part too.  I am not a natural conversationalist.  I forget key details when I get nervous, even about something that I know about pretty well.  So I had groomed many of my questions from watching kiddie shows.  There were usually songs about becoming friends and getting to know people.  So the key ones were: 

1. Where was he from, 
2.  what was his favorite place in the area, 
3.  what did he like most, 
4.  what did he hate most. 

Those four would usually get anyone talking a lot and I’d accomplish two things: I learn a lot about the person and they’d leave the conversation thinking I was great because they’d basically talked about themselves the whole time.

After an hour, the conversation seemed to be more than easy and after 3 hours, we both sat back with a strange realization that we were more alike than we’d realized.  After 5 hours, the restaurant was closing and we were still talking like we were catching up on old times.  It was uncanny and unnerving – and AWESOME.