Does competition raise a guy's "stock?"

Ok, here's my weekly observation. After recently being a part of a "date auction" for charity (yes, I put together a "date" package with local business contributions of meals, spa packages, etc. and let myself be auctioned off for the Boy Scouts) and meeting a lot of singles and being hit on A LOT this week, how did I narrow the playing field into which guy I was actually interested in? Well, there was cheesy, "could I make it more obvious?" guy, who touched my arm or my hand every 2.3 minutes as if on schedule and told me wanted me to be "that girl" who made him miss the Sopranos (is that supposed to be romantic, by the way?). There was "you'll definitely go for more than $1000" guy who I think was trying to make it clear how very attractive he found me. But then there was the "mysterious stranger" who sort of swooped in and has got me all a-flutter. Why, you ask? I mean, me2insav, you like nothing more than constant adoration and attention, so wouldn't cheesy Sopranos guy and "you'll definitely go for more than $1000" guy be RIGHT UP YOUR ALLEY? Especially considering that I met "mysterious stranger" guy last week and actually blew him off to go talk to the never-before-mentioned on this blog "army guy," about whom some of you may know. Well, mysterious stranger guy wasn't so mysterious then, and he since has become so. Here's why.

At the date auction, my friend April turns to me and says "Who is that guy? He is the best-looking guy to come walking in here yet." I look up and with slowly-dawning delight realize that it's MY guy, the one I invited and is here because of ME. I realize that MY GOD, he is COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DREAMY and how did I miss this before?!? I told April to "step off" and promptly went over to showcase my adorable date auction outfit (strapless black top with embroidered pink hearts on the front and pink ribbon to tie around the waist, Bleu Belle, Broughton St., Savannah, pink silk skirt and sassy hot pink ankle strap sandals, Banana Republic). Ironicly, his stock just shot through the roof as soon as I realized that hello? Every other woman in the room was scoping him. (And I secretly wonder if mine went up because I was "unavailable" the other night as I flounced off to talk to "army guy.") Now, to be fair, he really is dreamy. But I just don't understand how I missed the full dreamy impact of him last Saturday. Anyway, maybe there really wasn't any "competition" because I think he's really just into me, but there was certainly interest being expressed from a variety of sources, not the least of which was, at that point, ME. More updates later. . .yum.