But just because he has a great smile, dresses nice, is asking me on a real date, the confidence in the way he stands is rather delicious, and it’s pretty darn cute that he wants to use a picnic basket his mom gave him, doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for him. It does mean I’m going to say yes to going on a date with him, though. I mean, how often do all those things happen together? The answer is never.
