Well I don't know what happened but within a few hours I was gung-ho to spend the night. And did. And I'm happy about it!
Still observe that he does not exactly have a hot bod but somewhow it doesn't matter so much. I just like his face, his eyes so much that I can ignore those extra pounds (people always look less fat naked anyway - I certainly think my, er, ample ass looks better naked than in clothes anyway).
Well I don't know if I am in love but damn, I like this guy. A lot. It's so different than any dating experience I've ever had. I still feel very much in control... there's no wondering abouyt when he'll call, even if he calls later than he said he would or a day later... I just don't care because I'm confident he likes me and I hate clinginess anyway. I don't have that mad, falling-off-a-cliff feeling that I always used to really want. But I'm feeling right now that being with someone who's a good friend, who's respectful and considerate, who's fun, who I can talk to and who's a great shag is a GOOD THING.