B minus 3

After a week or so of emails (very gradual at first), we decided to meet for coffee. I didn't really think of it as a "date", probably because that's what I wanted it to be (though I did semi-jokingly call it that to friends). I remember it as bitterly cold, but no sooner did I step inside SFR than I saw that smile again. We chatted, probably for quite a while, until the prospect of going out to a club came up (I hadn't realized that coffee was a testing ground; if it went badly, that would have been the polite end of the night). Travelling seperately, we arrived at about the same time in the short lived goth night in Buckhead.

Though likely to be disbelieved by many, I'm generally a shy and quiet person. For some reason, that night I talked to just about everyone to whom I was introduced ( The giantslayer insists that one of these people was aggressively flirting with me; I thought it was just some strange interest in what I had to say). It was fun, way less stressful than I thought it would have been, and I had quite the time watching her dance (well before I knew the convention was that "no one" watched her dance). I don't remember much of that night, save for a surprising degree of comfort and ease (and I was lightly drinking, even). As we walked out, it had begun to snow: fat, slow, feathery flakes of white. I remember driving home through the white lace tunnel of my headlights, thinking what a perfect end for the evening. I probably had a goofy smile on my face the whole time.