"So.." I had to kill this awkward silence. "What kind of music do you like?"

"Oh! Yeah, you know, Mo-Town, soul, but like the old style stuff, like Etta James or Stevie Wonder. And anything on the Dap-Tone label."

What's Dap-Tone? How does she know this? Why did I ask her about music? Why did I agree to this date? I'm gonna kill Drew next time I see him.

"What about you? What music do you like?"

"Uh... you know. Mostly like, whats on the radio. Pop... and all that..." Music has never been my thing, but I had kinda run out of things to ask her about that weren't super insensitive. Crap. Change the subject. 

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know, that waiter made way too big a deal about your order."

"Oh, that, yeah, no I can see where he was coming from."

"Still, its your food, and I don't think there is anything in the health code about serving raw meat, especially if you're aware of the risks."

"It's fine, really, the sushi will be okay."

"Do you eat much fish? Like, at home?"

She shakes her head, "Not really, its mostly roots, berries, and whatever smallish mammal we can get our hands on."

"Cool. My grandma used to make killer rabbit stew. So, how do you know Drew?" 

"He was on one of those Discovery Channel shows, looking for my dad. 'Chasing Bigfoot,' I think."

"Right on." Drew is such a douche for this.