No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior

So, dinner last night. I was pretty much too nervous to eat anything, but I managed to get a couple of glasses of wine in. Oh gosh. I can't tell whether my self-esteem is too low (in which case I'd say it's not that he's into me, he's just a big flirt), or too high (in which case I'd say he's the moth to my flame). All I know is that I've been avoiding him, but he's been finding me. And then asking me out to dinnerl. It's so unfair how ridiculously good looking he is. Sigh. What am I doing to myself?