So ... there you were ... making the moves ... and voila! You got the guy.
You're like a female pickup-artist.
I didn't make any moves on our date, other than being my charming, engaging self.
She was guarded. She has 'rules' about dating too. Can't fault her for that.
I look forward to seeing her again, because something tells me that there is a very sensitive, expressive, and loving person under the detached exterior I met last night.
I was looking for the signals, and they were quite mixed. So it's also possible I'm being considered for 'friend zone' ... which I ain't interested in.
We shall see.
Well, that was on the real date, the dinner date that happened a few weeks later (given his travel and Thanksgiving in between.)
I did nothing on the first meeting except to try not to be hired. So basically I dressed as I pleased and would for work if I were hired, and told him all about my somewhat rogue lifestyle, thinking that I did not want to be involved with working for some stuffy suit on some boring programming thing where I would be worked to death and no amount of compensation really covering the (imagined) hit to my lifestyle. As I told the guy who introduced us (his business partner who is now my appointed academic and work mentor) in terms of the hiring process I probably left skidmarks on the sidewalks of (city name) where I did my best not to be budged by the 'suit', but in the end I had to submit as the more I tried to be unqualified, the more qualified I became. So finally I was convinced that if all my weird lifestyle and work habits were acceptable (and even, he said appreciated) I had better think about signing on the dotted line if offered work. It's still kind of boring work, however, I'm latched into it so it's not really all that boring, have some ideas, and will probably re-visit a client I used to have, with a solution from new business team.
During the subsequent dinner date, I have no clue what came over me. The last two times we've got together for dinner and social time he's busted the first moves, but then there's turn-taking. I'll only see him in the workplace and I have a very very good poker face and in any case there is way more than enough work to keep my brain engaged in - work! Trust me, there will be no time for shenanigans, what's good for the business is good for my eventual bottom line - profitability pays the hired staff and I want to make sure I get the rate agreed upon, and in a timely manner as well.
I still don't understand how I got the moves I used at dinner the first "real" date. I'm 100% certain I've never used them before, I'm 48, and I know for sure. I would remember. If I were on a boat, I would have been the guy waving all the semaphore flags, one after another, the signalling was that overt (but subtly overt, in context.) Like, I remarked on the bench seat, and that we could get in and hang out instead of going for a walk.