On Being Direct

So. I went out last night. With a woman. For dinner. My original understanding was that she was busy soon after dinner so it was just going to be dinner then me seeing her off to her dance class.
I picked her up at her place and out we went. Conversation was active and involved, which, I assume, contributed to her telling me that her dance class was canceled at around the same time as I was preparing to part company. We went for a beer afterwards, then back to her place for a cup of tea and hanging out with her roommate. During the beer she canceled another set of loose arrangements to which I think I heard an invitation including me. This second set of loose arrangements, though, held minimal interest for her, at her own admission.
Conversation revealed even more things we have in common than I had guessed before. I was afforded an opportunity to tell her that I was attracted to her, without using the word "attracted" or any synonyms, because she was intimidating and that this intimidation stems from her being creative, driven, comfortable in her own skin, able to be uncomfortable, smart, challenging and that, although she takes her work and friends seriously, she doesn't take herself too seriously. She told me that, although many of our common acquaintances do, she does not find me off-putting despite recognizing the sharper edges of my persona.
She likes my mother, which shows a great strength on her part, as many who have met my mother in the same context as she has most decidedly do not like her. She called me a geek and I did not apologize for its truth.
She let me pay. She "popped my car door button," to use a movie quote quite unsymbolically in any any way. We have tentative arrangements to meet again.