Analyze That

So, I went out with an analyst. Not of the psychological variety, mind you, but of the mathematical.

I have to say, I'm digging the geeks. I met this one at Tryst, a coffeehouse by my house. I sat next to him on a couch because that's what you do at Tryst, and he started chatting with me because, hello, it's DC.

Our evening started Saturday at 7:00 at Tryst because it's a spot we both know. This boy had done actual research about where to go in the city and had chosen Cafe Bonaparte in Georgetown. I have to say, I dig going out in Georgetown, if only because I never do it. The restaurant was small--maybe 10-14 tables or so--and the ambiance was very charming. Dark wood, red curtains, the works--it was all attempting to be out of Amelie, and it did reasonably well.

We had a lovely time. The analyst is more watcher than talker, but he said that he was glad I'm a talker because he isn't always (I'm not sure if that's code for I'm not getting a second date--I'm not the code breaker at the table). We chatted about all sorts of stuff--he's from the Northwest, so we had lots to talk about there. He's incredibly smart, being a math PhD, so that was lots of fun.

We walked around Georgetown, sat at Starbucks until it closed, and then went to Adams Morgan. I'd been looking to try The Potter House coffee shop for a while now, and it looked like the perfect opportunity until we walked in and found out it had actually closed 10 minutes before. They graciously allowed me to use their bathroom, where I discovered a friend that had come to visit, which may have brought our date to a premature close. Ah, well. Perhaps there will be another. This is a boy that follows the rules, so I suppose I won't know until tomorrow.