Very well

The struggles with the roadster's top, and the usual city traffic, makes you late to the game. Fortunately, Chris doesn't seem bothered at all, though you're not sure why he chuckles when you apologize for showing up during the middle of “the first quarter.” The conversation between you flows naturally and effortlessly as you share your background and interests with each other, beginning the dance of making a new friend.

You share a lot in common, with some amusing differences. You with a BA in political science from the local state college, and he with eight years with the Marine Corp. You both have dogs; Your grumpy Yorkipoo to his Golden Retriever. You both frequent the gym; You prefer the cardio and he the weights. Your hobbies of quilting and a new interest in photography are a bit different than his interests in fly fishing and rugby. You both work for the state; You for the General Assembly as a Reference Librarian at the Legislative Library and he for the Department of Energy and Environment as a State Parks & Forests Supervisor. As for music, you like pop, hip-hop and some jazz, and he rock and some country. You both cringe, however, at each others favorite movies; "Return to Me" vs. “The Blair Witch Project.”

The game itself is moderately interesting, thanks to Chris's passion. His cheering for his team, while relishing explaining to you the finer points of hockey is rather cute, and makes watching men skate around with sticks on ice somewhat enjoyable. You don't even **** him too long when he politely asks about your quilting hobby. When you joke about hockey not being as interesting as basketball Chris quips back, "It could be worst, I almost got tickets to a boxing match." After which you find out that he use to wrestle in high school and box in the Marine Corp. You squirm, however, after he inquires about your athletic activities back in the day, until he finally worms out of you the fact you did a two year stint as a cheerleader. Half joking, he asks if there are any pictures. You fire back, suggesting a trade; you in your cheerleader outfit for one of Chris in his Marine dress blues.

“Deal.” He gives a confident smile, completely ignoring the goal his team just scores.