Out for a steak: Jane the Ripper

Sitting at the restaurant waiting for our steak, I noticed the couple sitting next to us.

The woman, sitting on the "couch" against the wall I didn't even notice at the time. The guy, sitting opposite her on a chair stood out. His body language was extremely animated, he gestured with his hands enthusiastically, waving them in front of his face, leaning toward the woman.

Next, I did notice the woman. She was sitting straight, back to the wall. The asymmetry of him leaning in and her leaning back (as far as she could with the wall at her back) just screamed at me. As if joking I said to my friends: "he sure isn't getting any tonight". My friends, though, weren't sure if this was even a date.

During the course of our meal, I looked to the couple a few more times, noticing more. The woman, Hands lying on her lap, fingers interlaced half-way. Legs crossed. Was she thinking/considering or purely in a closed position? It almost seemed like she was trying to keep her patience.

At some point her head moved forward, perhaps she opened to the guy slightly, or maybe she was just trying to figure something out. The guy, completely oblivious to her body language just kept trying very hard. Silence may have been a better strategy.

Later on, I noticed the guy still leaning in, excited and animated as ever. The woman's body language was escalating negatively: she was leaning back against the wall as far as she could, her hands were slowly becoming fully crossed and being crossed-legged, she was moving her foot at an increasingly fast rate. It was like watching a car accident. It was like halos of hellish fire and heavenly blue fighting each other in between the two like in paintings of demons and angels.

The steaks were long gone when we heard a raised tone from the woman "we are not discussing that!"--I guess they knew each other for more than just some date.

I felt like combustion was imminent, her foot creating a whirlwind under the table and her body becoming stiffer than ever. Her voice, which we did not hear before, was now matching tone to body language.

"We better get out of here before the table next to us explodes" I mused. We paid the bill and apparently ran out just in time as we could hear explosions behind us.

This was one of my first conscious continual reading of body language, and I am very happy about it, obvious as it may have been. I could not see her face but apparently, her body was very good at communicating displeasure, impatience and maybe even hate.

Pinky.