It's funny how different hanging out as "friends" versus hanging out as "potential life partners" (no pressure, ahem!) can be.
Which is another way of saying, I couldn't stand the guy on our official date.
But when he invited me over for a glass of wine for a "non date date," he suddenly didn't seem so bad. He even seemed sort of good. And except for the nasty smell emanating from somewhere in his apartment (blech!), I might have even been open to him.