Whelp, okay. I’ll try to compress some of the backstory here…
On my birthday (mid-June) I’d invited a number of people to go out for dinner and margaritas with me. As it turned out, only one was able to make it, and she showed up collared, which I’d had no idea she’d even had a passing interest in, so we got to talking about kink etc. (I’m sure the margaritas helped too…) She ended up inviting me to this weekly social get-together she goes to, I say sure, so a couple weeks later she picks me up and takes me to this little coffee shop. I figure that I’ll at least meet some folk and get to network, and that I may even have a better chance of perhaps finding myself a like-oriented girl than in the general population (and this later becomes known as The Great Irony…).
It was a pretty low-key thing and I had a lot of fun just chatting with the folks there. Talked to a number of them though at that point none of them really stood out to me other than the organizer, who is an EXTREMELY outgoing and huggy girl. I do remember that David and I seemed to hit it off really well, however – we weren’t monopolizing each other or anything, but we seemed to get on well and have quite a bit in common.
Fast-forward about a month – I’d been intending to go back but got buried under life and work issues so every time Thursday rolled around again I was elsewhere or trying to get stuff done until it was too late to bother heading down there. So a month later I peg the following Thursday as one that’s actually relatively free – of course Thursday night I find myself running around trying to get stuff done for an event I was organizing that weekend, and it kept getting later and later and I kept getting more and more harried trying to at least get there before the cafe closed. 
So I finally get there with about an hour to spare. Three steps into the room and David is already welcoming me back – come to learn later that he’d been asking after me while I was away.
I am still a bit flustered, having rushed all the way there, so it took me a couple minutes to calm down and get coffee and get settled. He’s still talking to me, which I have no objection to, so I end up just sitting right there. We end up basically monopolizing each other for the rest of the hour until the cafe closes (we actually have scary amounts of things in common).
Afterwards a small group is standing outside trying to figure out what next… David and I are still pretty much in mid-conversation so he asks if I want to go somewhere and keep talking, I say yes, so we end up at this 24-hour diner until about 1.30 in the morning. By then (hey, I’m no fool!
) I’m starting to get the smallest inkling where this might be going, so as we’re walking out I ask
“You tired?”
“Nope. You?”
“Nope. [pause] Wanna go to the beach?”
“Sure!”
Where we ended up talking until 4 in the morning. We left only because I was getting cold, we were both still wide awake. He ends up at my place and we end up ahem until well past dawn before we finally zonk out. 
And that’s it in a nutshell. Since then we’ve been living and breathing each other almost constantly. And good god damn I’m smitten. 