Something else from a females (mine) perspective.
Keep in mind I'm much older than you, but the principles are the same regardless of age.
Back in the day when I was single, and would go out with friends to a club or bar, I remember feeling really uncomfortable when a guy would be chatting me up, and it seems like he just couldn't leave space for a breath.
Question, question, pause for my answer which wasn't really listened to, getting a "That cool!" to whatever I said. Then another round of saying something about themselves, saying something else, asking question, then another, not really waiting for response, question, question, telling me something else about themselves, which was probably nothing I was interested in. I remember thinking "why don't they just shut up already!"
Didn't have to be a bar, it was just that many times it felt like the other person had some kind of job, and wanted to get it done.
Let me tell you about the first big romance I had, it was in college.
I saw a boy I thought was awfully cute, and he saw me. That went on for awhile, we never seemed to be close enough to even say "hi" as we would both be running to class.
One time when I was going into my dorm with a girlfriend, he was outside his dorm, fixing something on his bike. I remember running into my room to put my stuff down, comb my hair, and I ran back outside from the other end of the building so I could "casually" pass him.....He apparantly had finished working on his bike and had riden off. Rats.
A few days later, I was walking across the grass by this guys dorm, and there was a picnic table with some girls I knew sitting around it, and some guys. I went and sat with them, and we were all talking.
Then, one of the swing out windows on the first first floor of the dorm swung out, and cute guy stepped through it. I thought it was so cool stepping out your dorm window.
He strolled over and sat down, because he knew the guys there. Over time, one by one, the other people left, eventually leaving the 2 of us. We talked, but not constantly. A lot of the time we just sat in each others company. Eventually one of us said "I'm hungry, want to get something to eat?"
That was the start of a 5 year relationship.
I told him about rushing out when he was fixing his bike, and he told me how he saw me through his bedroom window, when he should have been studying, and came out. They were good memories for both of us.
I'll bet if most people told how they met someone important, it would be on the same, no big deal, just talkin' or not talkin', happy in each others company type of thing.