Will the real Mr. Smarty Pants please stand up?

Dates with Mr. Adorable and Golf tucked safely behind me, I was really excited to meet San Fran.  Our phone conversations have been laugh out loud funny and I couldn't wait to see how the live version would be.  His flight from the left coast brought him home early Friday evening.  He wanted to spend a few hours with his children before venturing out to meet me.  We shoot for a 9:30 meeting at the SBux by my house.  He calls me when he is on his way and we decide to meet there and then go to my one of my favorite watering holes nearby for a drink.  I know not what he is driving so I park and call him (in my effort to not look like a big jerk peeking into cars....).  He answers and tells me to look to my left - and there he is!!  He is 5'7 (I knew this already) so I wore my medium heeled boots for this date.  In my boots I am probably 5'7.  It's not really as bad as I thought and I can get over the height issue (I love tall men) if this particular man is worthy!  A nice hug and kiss on the cheek hello and we agree to take 1 car.  He'll drive.  I'm okay with this (my sister has his name, phone #, employer...) safely wrapped in a text message should I disappear.  Not that knowing who took me would help me in that situation, but it made me feel safer knowing she knew who I was with.  Seat belted and comfy I notice his GPS screen has a list of 25 local bars/restaurants for me to choose from.  Cute.  He had to figure out my zip code in order to get this info and I give him props for doing his HW.  We head down to my favorite Irish/Mexican pub, Jose O'Reilley's, and I manage to snag a table in the bar (perfect timing as someone was just getting up).  We order a couple of Corona's and he tells me he is happy with my choice of venues.  There is an equal mix of young people and an older crowd.  We get to talking and as the live music starts to warm up.  He knows the song on the first few notes and blurts it out.  He goes on to tell me that he is a music snob and is an accomplished guitar player.  He knows I sing (I told him during one of our conversations) and wants me to sing to him.  Really?  In the middle of the bar?  I think not.  I tell him I save that for special occasions.  He has no problem singing to me in the bar and was totally not shy about it.  Over a few Coronas we talk.  Since we have talked so much on the phone already, a lot of it is repeat conversation.  I ask him some questions about his not yet finalized divorce and he seems to be upfront and honest.  His divorce is still in the early stage and this worries me a little bit!  Don't want to have a repeat experience as I did with Porsche Boy (who will not be mentioned anywhere in this blog ever again!!).  He told me his marriage has been dying for a few years already and not wanting to be the "bad guy" he stayed.  I tell him I can relate - I knew when I was preggers with the boy that I wanted out.  We move on from our exes and I ask about his job.  He explains it to me (although I'm still not sure what it is exactly that he does!!)  He has told me in earlier conversations that he travels quite a bit for work (hence his San Fran name).  He absolutely loves his job.  Has quite a passion for it.  He is EXTREMELY smart and this intimidates me a little!  He asks me questions that seem simple enough to answer and for some dumb reason I stumble for words.  I must sound like a complete and total idiot!!  Instead I move in a little closer and bat my eyelashes at him..... He notices right away and forgets that I am idiot girl who can't answer a simple question about myself!!  We talk some more.  I excuse myself and walk across the bar to the ladies room.  I know he is checking me out as I walk..... I can feel it!!  I also know that even in my medium heel boots I look good ;)   I check my face in the mirror and decide that I need no touching up whatsoever!  Hair is awesome, makeup is awesome!  Who wouldn't want to be on a date with me?  So what if I am not quite as smart as Mr. Smarty pants (NEW NAME!!)  I make my way back to the table and he has already paid the bill (how long was I gone?)  He asks if I'm ready to head out and of course I say yes (the bill is paid so I know he's ready to go!!)  Confidence struck down a little bit (why is he ready to go?  Is he not enjoying my company?  Ah yes, he just returned a few hours ago from a business trip and must be tired from the traveling.) we get back into his truck and drive back to the parking lot where my sparkly orange ride is waiting for me.  He pulls into the spot next to mine and puts the car in park.  He plays around with the ipod for a moment and finds some good "mood music".  He didn't actually say "mood music" but I thought it needed quotes anyway!  We talk a little more and he asks me if he can follow me back to my house for a night cap (quotes would be way more appropriate now but I don't want to over-use them).  I chuckle and tell him no way.  Can't blame him for asking!  I do think I look fabulous!  I know from our talks that he has not been with anyone since his wife and that was quite a while ago.  I won't lie - the thought crossed my mind for a second.  There....and then gone.  Now I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted.  He is a man and so I will blame it on the penis and not be offended.  He tells me he'd like to see me again.  I agree.  How long are we going to sit in the car now that I shot him down?  Hmmmm....... few more minutes pass and finally I ask him if he is going to kiss me or not.  I'm tired and I'm ready to get home into my not-at-all sexy pajamas and crash (I didn't say that last part.....)  He kisses me good night and I get out of his car.  He lets me pull out of the parking lot first and I make sure he turns where he is supposed to, and he does.  I don't get 2 blocks from the parking lot and he is calling.  He tells me it is not too late for me to change my mind, that he will turn right around and follow me home if I want him to.  I thank him profusely for the offer but still the answer is no.  I live close by and am in my house quickly.  He has a little while before he pulls into his driveway and we talk until he gets home too.  With our first meeting behind us we say goodnight.  I'm exhausted from a long week at work and know I have to get up early for a very busy Saturday in the office.  I get comfy in my bed and log onto FB before shutting down for the night.  My Greek is online and sends me a message asking if I'd like him to come over.  DOUBLE REALLY??  Do 2 men in 1 night think I am so desirable?  Is there a full penis moon or something that I don't know about?  I log off without answering him.  This is the first time I turn down (albeit silently) my Greek.  I think about this decision.  I'd really love his company right about now.......  I get myself tucked into my bed and fall asleep fast.  With 4 dates with 3 men in 2 weeks accomplished, I might be able to give up my Greek altogether!  Of course I make no decisions just yet.  He is safe in my pocket where I keep him and I think I'll keep him just a little bit longer!  Hey - you never know ;)