Ah, misinterpretation. Having just spent a lovely evening with the chick maligned below i realize that any faults in the date, if date it was, were probably owing to me, nervous and talking my arse off, as opposed to her. I am bathed in the glow of successful socialization and happy with life. Ish. For - unless i'm misinterpreting again - there are Zeichen that it (subject: das maedchen, tho not das maedchen mentioned several posts back, whose my thought occupation warrants a separate blog of its own) is indeed, as the kids say, "Into me", and that the task of "making the first move" will be "derogated" onto me. And this is something i've never done, the fear of exposing self. But am remarkably fearless at the moment. Is Rhodiola a wonder drug? E.g. of fearlessness: prior to meeting her there was not the faintest trace of nerves.