To Trust or Not to Trust?!

That is the question...

So I met a guy. Totally my type - tall, dark, foreign and slightly strange. Here's how it happened:
It was a blissful spring day and I'd just gone to check out a room that was for rent. Since the streets were sunny and full of spring flowers I decided to walk around a little and explore my new neighborhood. I was on the phone chatting with my brother standing in front of a vintage clothing store for 20 or 30 minutes, watching people, enjoying the day, when a man in a minivan pulled over and rolled down the window. He was waving at me. I thought maybe he needed directions or something so I went over. He was like, 'Hi. Do you live in the neighborhood? I think I've seen you around here before.' He then introduced himself and asked if he could take me out for coffee. Being the lunatic I am, I agreed and gave him my card. Before leaving he asked 'Would you like a cookie?' and offered me some chocolate madelines he had sitting on the car seat. Now I am a bit of a maniac and obviously not too prudent to be chatting up strangers in cars but I DO draw the line at taking cookies from strangers! I politely declined. Anyway, it turns out he is the owner of the vintage store I was standing in front of. Somehow, this made his approach slightly less creepy to me.

Later that night he texted me to say Hi. He took me out a couple days later for lunch at a Japanese restaurant on a little island between Manhattan and Queens. Meanwhile I'd done a little...ahem...internet research on him and his store. It turns out he owns it with another women. I asked him a little more and found out that they used to be together and that they have an 8 year old son. He said they've been broken up for several years. Then he got quiet and said, 'You think I have too much baggage.' I told him no, it was fine I just wanted to make sure he was in fact single because the last guy that asked me out apparently lived with his girlfriend. So, at this point I'm a little suspicious of NY guys.

All this happened a couple weeks ago. He calls and texts me pretty much everyday to say hi. We spent the last 2 weekends together. His apartment is amazing, filled with cool old vintage stuff, tastefully decorated and with an adorable and affectionate Persian cat who kisses me on the mouth and climbs on me purring. The first time I spent the night H got up in the morning and made me coffee and breakfast and brought it to me on the couch. He cooks and cleans and worries about me when I cough. He's sweet and attentive and affectionate. He has kind eyes and a cute smile. He's a bit of a weirdo. And not to be horribly superficial but he's got great style (he dresses better than any guy I've ever dated and has 3 closets full of clothes, mostly vintage hipster stuff) and is totally sexy.

I highly doubt that he is going to be the love of my life and at this point that's really what I want. But the truth of the matter is I can't stand being alone anymore. I need a break. I haven't really dated anyone remotely seriously in over 2 1/2 years! This is the longest I have ever been single since I started dating. And its been painful. Lonely. Frustrating. Isolating. Depressing. Infuriating! I just want someone to come home to when I've had a crappy day who will ask me how I'm doing and who will have dinner with me and hug and kiss me. Not to mention sex. Going for months without sex is NOT a good thing. It starts to make me insane. I become obsessed with what I'm not having and then I end up making bad decisions. Ahhhh the vicious cyle. Anyway, I'm gonna give this guy a chance. I'm not feeling particularly optimistic, its true. But I think its worth it to take a chance. I think he's a little lonely too. He'd never admit to it but I can tell.
If being lonely and wanting companionship is a crime - then lock me up for life!