Like a Box of Chocolates

I think it's safe to say I'm on a bit of a Guy High. After all, a little PMA (Positive Male Attention) never hurt anyone. If you haven't had your dose this week, I suggest you take a metal nail to your tire, and park it in front of a local bar. Men love a damsel in distress. Like a moth to a flame.

Anyway, I was on the good ol' dating site earlier this week when suddenly an instant message popped up. I didn't even know you could IM on the site. So the guy doesn't have a photo on his profile, and of course you immediately think he's a.) creepy and gross b.) hopelessly unphotogenic or c.) married. Well he sent photos right away, and after talking for awhile and cruising his Facebook page, I decided he probably wasn't on the lam and there was chance he might be an alright guy.

We ended up chatting for about 3 hours (my boss better not read this), and it was good clean fun. I vented about how I'm trying to sell my couch and how flaky people on Craigslist are. So he took a look at my ad, said it was terrible, and posted a more efficient ad. And when Mr. Nice Guy? forwarded me the first lead, it was a girl I'd heard from previously, so I knew this wasn't just a ploy to show up at my home.

Since then we've talked a few times and texted quite a bit. And I will say one thing - it was pretty smart to "offer to help" with my couch situation, because it was an instant way to contact me again without being creepy. He's been genuinely involved in the sale of this couch too. Sending me leads, advising me not to lower the price too much, and saying positive things like "I know you'll sell this thing!" when I get frustrated.

But, I'm having a dilemma. My cynical side says "OK what's up man? What's your angle?" And the little angel on my shoulder says, "Maybe he's a genuinely nice person who wants to help a sista out."

Based on our conversations, I'm trying to see past my cynicism and give him a chance. And he seems really sweet. Minus his one case of mouth diarrhea, when we first started chatting, and he was trying to compliment Michigan girls, but fumbled by saying, "My longest relationship was with a girl from MI. You girls are down to earth, you can drink beer, are nice," blah blah BLAH. So he might be a complete and total douche.

Although, I wasn't smooth as butter either (shocking, right?). At one point we were talking about online dating in general, and being the ass I am, said, "well it's the Internet; you never know what you're gonna get." To which he replied, "Thanks Forrest." He's funny!

While I'd normally make fun of a guy who says "LOL" (minus my father, who says it means Lots of Love) and tuned into the entire American Idol finale (he knew the male finalist and admitted it was going to be a long hour), I've sent my skepticism on an all-expenses-paid trip to Sandals and am going to give him a chance.

We're going to hang out next week over some drinks.

But if he starts talking about more ex-girlfriends from Michigan, it'll be Run Forrest, Run.