He takes me out to dinner at a fancy, expensice restaurant. Nothing spells love like filet mignon. There aren't any long lulls in the conversation. We really click and have a ton in common.

You focus on what you do dig about him-his gorgeous eyes, how good his touch feels... You feel physically nauseous and make up an excuse to go home. Who cares? it's not like you're Miss perfect.

Sitting down with you to talk it out. Sending you a "Let's makpe up" e-mail. Delivering a huge bouquet of roses... or better yet, diamond earrings.

"How's tonight?" "Why do you think he's a good match for me?" "Well, before I decide-what does he look like, how tall is he, what does he do...?

The sweet way he treats me. He always show up for dates on time. His seriously sexy abs of steel.