This reminds me of a story: I had a met a woman through friends a couple of New Years Eves ago. Instant attraction and electricity between dancing all nite. We exchanged flirtatious emails and phone calls and went out a couple of weeks later.
We decided on brunch and to go see "The Hours." We go to the diner and I order an omelette and she orders scrambled eggs and bacon. The food comes and she takes a big forkful of eggies and bacon and starts yapping away with chunks of egg and bacon flying out of her mouth.
I almost barfed on the spot. "Maybe she's nervous,' I thought being the first date with me. "Relax, we have time," I said.
"This is how I eat," she replied, as a piece of egg hit the table. I didn't look directly at her the rest of the meal.
I had to see her one more time as we had tickets for "Medea"
Luckily she had to see her shrink and couldn't make dinner. That was it though for that relationship even with the potential hot sex pending.
'Take me out tonight where's there's music and there's people and they're young and alive.'