Overeagerness is NOT attractive - Part 2

A while back prior to Overeagerness is NOT attractive aka Mr. Grenada, the same girlfriend and I were out at the Epicenter in Charlotte.  We were having drinks, chatting, and lounging on these comfy love seats they have at Mez.  A friend of a friend of my friend was there and started chatting us up.  He was cute and again, I was hoping he would have cute friends and again, alas he didn't.  He did, however, have Jimmy.  Jimmy is about 5'5" (that's being generous) and was convinced he was one of the most connected men in Charlotte.  That might or might not be the case, but who goes around talking about it?


Jimmy and I are introduced.  Immediately, Jimmy asks how in the world I can be single.  I hate this question as most single people do.  In fact, it is #3 in the top 19 Things You Should Never Say to a Single Person on MSN.  Maybe, I'm too picky; maybe, I just haven't found "him" yet; bottom line, I'm not sure.  I think I'm wonderful but I haven't found a special someone that I think is wonderful back.  


I digress.  Jimmy proceeds to go on and on that he is going to convince me to marry him by the end of the night.  SAY WHAT!?  I think to myself you are short, overeager, and clearly is too big for his britches--why would I ever be interested...YUCK!  Somehow, my friend and I are unable to get away from Jimmy and Jimmy keeps berating me with how I'm beautiful, so worldly, and so shouldn't be single.  This lasts until 3am.  Again, I'm an idiot and give the correct phone number.  (Why do I do this?)  I also make the fatal mistake of getting pizza with him afterwards.  At which point, he then starts trying to get me to go home with him.  Friend has already left with her then boyfriend.  


Compliments have certainly worked their charm on me before and have persuaded me to go home with boys that I wouldn't have usually go home with, but Jimmy and his talk of marriage has me literally contemplating maybe I don't ever want to marry ANYONE.  Mind you--at this point, I'm almost 30 (now I've already joined the club) and marriage is kind of looming in the background (why aren't I there yet, all of my friends are kind of head talk).  And this guy has made of scared of it!  So home I head wondering where are all the normal ones?


Next day, he calls, texts, and finds me on Facebook and tries to persuade to A) go out that Saturday night B) we are perfectly suited for each other.  I ignore the offers to go out but strangely accept the FB request.  Fast forward a few months, I see he is engaged about 6 months after the episode at the Epicenter.  How has he had time to meet, date, and get engaged in 6 months?  Man, he seriously was on a mission and really wasn't kidding with me.  Hmmmm...fast forward another 3 months, his FB status no longer says engaged and GUESS WHAT--he winks at me on Match.com.  WTF--I have officially come full circle.