How to impress a girl: Part II

Why had a random conversation with my new insurance agent set my heart so aflutter? Well, as I've mentioned, I don't come across guys all that often that seem to "get" me. And somehow, in this one phone conversation I found myself laughing, pulling wit out of the nether regions of my subconscious and really enjoying a process as mundane as getting new car insurance.

And now, I was about to go meet the guy who sight unseen had done his best to help the raving looney who called him at 6:30 p.m. for a new policy and kept him on the phone for an hour as she drove in continuous circles. I hoped he'd be cute. I wasn't disappointed. While he was no James Dean, he was tall, had a dimple or two and a mop of dark brown hair. More importantly, his friendliness and humor came across just as much in person as they did on the phone. We joked about the ridiculous dents I'd managed to grace my car with (as he documented them) and I learned he'd just graduated from law school, was living down here temporarily but planned to return to the Bay Area once he found out if he passed the bar. This was music to my ears. Here was a man with a plan, a desire to live in my favorite place in the world and a decidedly bare ring finger.

I did my best to flirt, which in my terms means be as self-deprecating as possible (I had, after all, kept him busy for an hour trying to get me to a concert for which I had tickets on another night) but to also allude to the fact that I can carry my own in a real conversation and am not your typical OC bimbo.

I wasn't going to let this meeting be our last if I could help it. And for someone who has NEVER asked a guy out point blank, that was a pretty big deal.