So espresso and I ended up going out [despite the Orange Peel fiasco]. We met at a tea shop half way between our houses. It was a nice little spot. It was really fun to experience him out of the usual element I see him in. I enjoyed having a bit more casual conversation that was not interrupted by fellow customers ordering drinks.
We ordered our tea, sat in the courtyard and chatted about anything, everything and nothing...for SIX hours. Are you kidding me? I can't even talk to my parents for six hours and they are my favorite people in the world. But somehow we managed. With only one ever-flowing pot of tea, our conversation never stopped and we lost track of time.
Somewhere in middle we had to leave our comfy table to go and move our cars. In Hollywood you can only stay in the same spot for so long...meters and all. We decided to come back to the same place after moving our vehicles because the three hours of conversation up to that point had not been enough. When he arrived back to the table he promptly let me know he had gotten a parking ticket. Oops. Hope it was worth it.
And so I left giddy. Hungry...but giddy. One pot of tea, six hours of conversation and no food. It was a great date - but if any of you do this I recommend ordering a pizza.