We didn't really argue, she kept me to my best behaviour. Wouldn't let me look over the top of my glasses at her. Stopped my yawning twice (we were drinking my dear....and am still q. unused to the different soporific qualities from my habitual soporific.)
I think the word is 'Stern'.
She has some Adore Belle Dearheart like characteristics, which slay me every time.....Also, she's an occasional smoker, and I deem this is someone I could snog fairly seriously without being self-conscious of always smelling or tasting of the ashtray.
I cannot live without wit: she has it in spades. Perhaps I'm smit in a small way, but I haven't really been smit since '01.....subsequent smits have all not quite shaken my world to the same extent (thank the gods). The coup de foudre that destroyed my social life and left me adulterer rather damaged me in my essence too: and let's face it, I no longer know that woman, nor am I any more emotionally attached to her in any way. There have been subsequent ex's, all of whom I've cared for without that awful desperation of Clodia.

Anyway, back to comely lawyer with wit and charm....I did txt her back....but couldn't resist making a slightly off-key joke....no doubt that will end any interest on her part. We'll see.