I think I'm falling for the male me

This week has been so great. I've spent all my free time with Terry. I haven't given him a nickname. That should be a clue that it is a good thing. And, the free time hasn't been a lot. I work 40 hours & he works like 58 at his job. The little time we spend together is so fun. We talk, watch Netflix, snuggle and kiss. He loves comedians. We like the same movies. It was when we mixed up our glasses on his nightstand that I realized I'm dating the male me. Quite possibly why I think he's so fantastic. Everyone is a bit of a narcissist, right? Why not be attracted to someone with some of your best qualities?
It is frightening because I've only clicked like this we someone twice before- once with Bob, who I ended up marrying & once with HeWhoShallNotBeNamed. I just love being in his atmosphere. He is so sweet to me and attentive. The best cuddler ever. I'm very attracted to him. In fact, I have been since the moment I met him. He does security at the bookstore on the weekends. We had an instant flirtation. He's so cute. He looks like the bastard son of Jason Stathem and Adam Scott. Plus, there's no mystery to how we feel about each other. We openly gush our feelings to each other. I don't miss having that insecurity and doubt. That's painful. With the last guy I saw, M., it was like an enigma wrapped in a conundrum. Not fun. Basically, this has been a blissful week. He's a wonderful man and I feel so blessed to have met him. We'll see where it goes from here. There's always fear in my world. I've been burned so hard. I just take it day by day and treasure every moment of happiness.