They met at a bookshop.
He had been looking at a book and debating with himself whether he was going to buy it or not. She had overhead. It was one of her favourite books. She spruiked it.
This lead to a brief discussion regarding their tastes in books, to see if they intersected anywhere. Could he trust her recommendation or not? What if she just read shit books? Similarities were discovered. He decided to buy the book. Just as they were about to part ways, he asked if she wanted to go get a coffee with him.
They talked more books, movies and music over a light lunch, sometimes agreeing, sometimes rubbishing each other’s choices with much shaking of head, tsking and theatrical gesturing.
She had planned to go out later that night to see a band and asked him if he wanted to come too? He said yes.
They met up for dinner first. They talked so much they missed the first support act. She always liked to hear the support acts. A way of finding new bands she might like.
They met up with some people he knew. Not by intention. He had mentioned the girl he’d met that day and his friends decided to show up and check her out. They teased him and told her all kinds of embarrassing stories about things he’d done. They had difficulty escaping them at the end of the night.
They went back to her place for coffee.
They sat up all night on the couch talking. She put on her favourite movie that she had been telling him about. He made gentle smartarse comments and picked the plot to pieces. She told him he had no romance in his soul. He kissed her.
They talked about their families and where they grew up. At around 4 am she fell asleep resting in his arms. He stayed awake and watched her while she slept.
A friend knocking at the door woke them at about 8 am. She and the friend had originally planned to go out for breakfast. After receipt of some giggling and teasing looks from the friend, it was decided they would all three go out for breakfast. More friend imparted embarrassing stories were shared, to even the balance for the previous evening, much to his amusement.
This is probably terrible unrealistic. I've never met anybody this way. I've not had much in the way of relationships or dating etc.
My first boyfriend was going to university with one of my elder sisters. They organised a mixed team to play Broomball and needed females, so my sister drafted me. He started inviting me out and we were seeing each other for a while. I was confused because at the three month mark he had never touched me. I ended up asking him to kiss me.
The second man I went out with used to come into the business I worked at and one day invited me to the races.
Apart from that there are a couple of incidents when I was at parties and ... um ... drank too much. I don't think I would ever (sober) accept a dinner invitation from a complete stranger. It's always been people my family knew or friends knew.
