The not very dirty dirt

It went well, better than I anticipated. He has a bigger heart and is a better listener than I'd judged over the phone. He's less lawyer-y than I'd thought, seemed to jump to fewer conclusions, even though he'd said that was a fault. It boils down to me not being a good phone person, I believe.

I think I talked too much, but then he didn't interrupt like he did on the phone. I can be quiet and a good listener, but I have a fault in that I don't ask enough questions. It isn't that I am disinterested; it's that I let things flow and figure others will do the same, divulging when they feel the time is right. Well, that's wrong because many people want to be asked and that isn't in the forefront of my nature; I am better at commenting and conversing. So I will make a big effort to ask more questions.

We met someplace that the parking is good and he waited there with some coffee. I was surprised at first; he was wearing jeans with a jeans shirt and a leather jacket. With Clinton and Stacy whispering on my shoulders, I'd spent $550 at the Macy's sale the night before, even bought a dress wool coat, so we were the odd couple. I came to realize how his dress suits him; he's from the SW. It makes sense. Equally, my dress didn't suit the real me. Damn that Clinton and Stacy.

We walked downtown, which was longer than his estimation. (Even after a mile each way in boots, my pathetic feet don't hurt today, so that's a good sign.) He goes to this area to eat a lot and listed some restaurants as we headed that way. I wanted to go to the tapas place, because my old favorite tapas place closed last year. Love me some ceviche! (And it's even good for my diet.) So we walked by many restaurants to get there, but it was worth it.

We had a very engaging conversation, stayed long after dinner was over. We walked back to my car and gosh it was cold. With my 'coat with a good silhouette,' I didn't want to cram gloves to store in the pockets and my hands suffered from that lack of preparation.

We'd gone out early, at 6 because I wanted it to still be light as I drove someplace new, so we were finished early, too. I think he's a workaholic, but I think it's out of not having a life more that avoiding having a life. However, he had me drive him a couple blocks to his workplace and car. It was 9 and he was going back to work. He does most of his work on the weekends when it's quiet. Considering that he goes to law school two days a week, I guess the other days add up to a regular work week. Considering my visitation schedule and limited availability, it's fine. I couldn't stand a 24/7 romance anyway.

As he left my car, he sweetly kissed me on the cheek. I didn't feel it too forward. He was quite emphatic about talking sometime today. And we'd already made plans for him to cook me dinner on Wednesday night.

When that rolls around, I may even wear my jeans.