What's wrong with me?

So back to the complicated dating thing...

I meet this guy...well, kind of meet him...he emailed me the other day (yes, another match.com hook up). He's darling (I mean really darling...6'4, played football in college (but isn't built like a line backer, rather a wide receiver type). His profile sounds like something I could of written. We have so much in common it's scary (truly scary because sometimes that's a bad thing, but in this case I think it might be a good thing). So we email back and forth a few times. I like the fact he doesn't play by the '24 hour rule' (sidenote: I was told by another match.com person that you are 'suppose' to wait 24 hours to respond to emails so you don't sound desperate. What a bunch of BS. I am apparently not a good rule follower. Granted I don't email someone back within seconds, but rather within a reasonable amount of time to keep the conversation going). Anyway, he's flippin adorable. So he emails me today and asks for my number so we he can call. He actually asks permission. Darling. I oblige and tell him not to call until after 8pm because Layla gets all my attention until she goes to bed. Not only does he call when he says he's going to, but he texts first to make sure I'm not busy with Layla. Some may think it's overkill, but to me, he scored points. So he tells me in one of his earlier emails that when we talk I can't make fun of his accent. Whoa, whoa whoa. I thought I was done with accents. I re-read his profile and paid attention to the fact he's from Scotland. Oh yes, he has an adorable, barely traceable Scottish accent. Um. Hello. So cute.

So we talk. Good conversation (I think). He asks me to meet him for cocktails Friday night (baring he doesn't have his son). I say yes (so long as I can find a babysitter). So there we are. And here I sit asking myself, "What is wrong with this one?". Better yet, what is freakin wrong with me. I automatically assume because the man is sweet as can be, so polite and nice that something must be wrong with him. I am not one to be attracted to bad boys. I hate guys that play these little games. And here is this fine (did I mention he was cute) man that is obviously very sincere, nice and a total gentleman and I automatically think something must be wrong with him. Someone get over here and hit me upside the head with this empty bottle of wine (it was yummy wine by the way).

A total random sidenote...I am officially addicted to using the 3 dots (see, there I went again). I have been told I write like I think. And I do. For future reference, the 3 little dots are me pausing in my head. Since I write like I think, you'll have to learn to read like I talk.