Mr. Perfect

I met Mr. Perfect at a bar called Midnight Rodeo.  Classy, I know.  I was really pissed off that night and was going to ditch going out but I decided to go out at the last minute.  My dad has this creepy friend, and when I say creepy I mean CREEPY.  He kept wanting to buy me drinks all night long, grabbed me by my waist every time he talked to me and was trying to take home some white trash cougar.  I seem him approaching me for the hundredth time but this time I see two hotties behind him.  HELLO Mr. Perfect (and his other friend.)  He introduces himself, gives me some brief information, buys me a drink and asks me to dance.  I promise that this next statement is true.  I have never given out my number to a guy in a bar.  Mr. Perfect asked me for my number and wanted me to go back to his place.  I told him I wasn't going home with him but it took me about 2 seconds to whip out my phone and get his number.  Over the next week we exchanged numerous text messages and Mr. Perfect even sent a picture.  This is part of how he got his "name".  Mr. Perfect had abs.  He looked like he could be pictured on the cover of Mens Fitness magazine and I knew if we were ever together again I wouldn't be able to resist him.  I specifically told my friends "I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off him."  Mr. Perfect is a year older than me but he graduated high school the same year as me.  He works for his father who owns 60+ nursing homes in the area.  He lives in a nice part of town in a duplex with his cousin.  I don't think I would have been so attracted to him if he wasn't so funny.  We joked around a lot and I liked that.  I have to say, his looks won me over but he was a sweetheart and any girl that is with him in the future is very very lucky.  We got to know each other pretty well in just a couple of weeks.  In my mind he was to good to be true but that would be put to the test after our first date...