WHAT IS RAPPORT?
I was sweating, I was sure of it.
My stomach was a pile of nerves. I almost felt nauseous.
“Don’t blow it!” I kept thinking to myself. “It’s cool, she likes you, don’t blow this!!!”
Traffic was a little heavy on Sunset Blvd., and I was running late as it was. I was always
nervous before a date, even if there was no reason to be.
I had met the girl I was going to meet a week ago at a bar in Hollywood called The Well.
Her name was Carrie. She was a real cutie – petite, 5’6, long blonde hair, and smarts.
When I approached her, we instantly got into a great conversation. We liked the same
TV shows, read the same books, and were interested in the same things.
We had exchanged emails for a few days. She worked at a pharmaceutical company in
the public relations department. The attraction between us was obvious, and finally, I
called her up to see if she’d like to grab dinner.
It was to be our first official “date.”
Up to this point, I’d been nothing but relaxed and excited around this girl. We had a
great energy together. But for some reason, on the way to meet her, I was now feeling
nervous.
The pressure of going on a “date” was actually getting to me. I knew she liked me, I
knew I liked her. But now, it seemed as though I had a lot to lose. I knew this was my
game to blow at this point, and I was scared to death I would do exactly that.
When I got to Toi, a rock-and-roll thai food place popular in Hollywood, she was already
there.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I said, still hoping I wasn’t sweating. “Traffic on Sunset
was insane.”
“No worries,” she said. “I work down off of Fairfax, so I just got here.”
I smiled and joined her at the table. I was hoping the sight of her would calm me and I’d
fall into my old pattern with her, but for some reason now I was more nervous than ever.
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