SG Take Three

So, last week, out of the blue, the Southern Gentleman reappeared in my inbox, apologizing up and down for his disappearances, and expressing his regret over "what could have been" with me had he handled himself better during the personal turmoils that caused his two disappearances. Well, that was a surprise! His writing was compelling, as usual. So, I wrote back. What the hell? Although I do have a personal rule about never going backwards, in my current dating despair, I am toying with the possibility of giving the SG another chance. Boredom's a bitch.
I'm sitting here on my couch, reminiscing about that 6'3", green eyed, killer sexy smile, seemingly super sweet man on my couch, massaging my feet, holding my hand, and hugging me goodbye, after delivering chicken soup, movies and chocolate cake to my door, and I have to say, I can go for some of that.
We emailed back and forth a few times. I told him I can only assume and deduce, by my powers of reading between his passive agressive lines, that he wants to see me again. He replied, confirming that I read between the lines well. It's been about a week since he sent that message.
Even though my inbox is filled with potential suitors, telling me what a great smile I have, asking to meet for a drink, or a coffee- the cheapest of the cheap-ass dates, none of them appeal to me. It's amazing how many unappealing men are out there. So, I am contemplating using SG as filler. Is that so wrong? Someone disarmingly handsome who is still smitten with me (and why wouldn't he be?!?), to hang out with, go out with, have some fun with, while continuing to explore my options. As much as I enjoy my alone time at home, a girl's got to get out!
So, I admit, I'm possibly about to break my cardinal rule of never going backwards. What the heck? It's not like my rules are working for me very well so far. Why not try something new? Sometimes you have to go backwards in order to move forward.