So I ran into Marketing Girl again at the coffeeshop. She gave me a nod of recognition and stopped at my table to say hello. We talked about Drupal again. I confessed that I took another look at it after our first conversation, found it decent, and blamed her for resetting my viewpoint. She laughed. Drupal makes much more sense now; I could have a functional site in minutes without touching PHP code. She agreed enthusiastically. So, yes, I’ve been doing it wrong the whole time.
I asked her how she does her site designs, and she admitted that she relies on prebuilt themes and does no design work. Fair enough. It looks to me like I’ll have to take a base theme and modify it to my likings, meaning I’ll have to get a little greasy with PHP and CSS. Eh, it’s inevitable, really.
When she showed up, I was actually in preparation to leave for home, so I offered her my table so she wouldn’t have to share one with someone else. I considered the option of staying around to chat but declined it, mostly because I needed dinner, and partly because she needed to actually work on a presentation. Packed up my stuff, we had a few parting words, and I left.
I could’ve asked for her number, or at least her last name so I could find her on Facebook, but didn’t. I just don’t feel right doing that, y’know? Maybe it’s creepy. Certainly feels that way. So, what’s the damn protocol, ladies? First introductions? Third encounter? Moments before she mentions her boyfriend?