The Dating Game, Revisited...

I admit it.
I'm on the site. You know the one. The one referred to as a 'meat market', the one that is not E-Harmony, which allegedly only attracts decent, honest, highly respectable people who have been somehow overlooked by the Cosmic Cupid and are in the final analysis the only ones who deserve true love.
Don't believe it.
I know someone on E Harmony, and they've met someone.
Proof positive that even Cosmic Cupid takes his eyes off the road every once in a while.
They're just the only ones out there with enough time on their hands to fill out the complex, endless, ridiculously probing, more than slightly irritating and entirely time-wasting 'profile' neccessary to gain membership in the site provided they immediately afterward send a check for way more money than they should and sacrifice their first born in a used car lot under a half moon.
Um...if I'm on Match.com, it's because my leisure time is limited. The profile wasn't all that hard to create and if I'm guilty of anything it's having lousy pictures. I admit to breaking the cardinal rule of profile picture posting: No ex husband in the shots. I plead guilty. In an effort to post at least one picture where I don't have sunglasses on, I posted one of us hugging (but distantly...bear with me and realize the shot was taken near the end of the marriage and we were at Disneyworld for pete's sake, Epcot Center, trying like madmen to pretend like we were having fun) and one of myself and my former dog that inadvertently captured his foot (be-socked, not naked) in one corner of the frame because he'd been too lazy at the time of taking the picture to sit up straight.
What the heck.
The profile picture was taken with my cell phone by a wonderfully cooperative co-worker who didn't bother to inquire why in the world I would want my picture taken when obviously I was in the middle of what was not then and never would be one of my better hair days.
So I'm on the site and have been for a while, and I have had a series of rather regrettable first dates, some of which I may write about at some point and some which I will spend the rest of my life trying to forget, or taking as proof that Cosmic Cupid has a very twisted sense of humor.
I have a first date upcoming, this Saturday.
I am nervous as hell. The reason for this being, this person writes wonderful emails, exhibits every characteristic I've ever been taught or read about being a gentleman, appears attractive from his photos, and is a true pleasure to talk with on the phone.
We're meeting for dinner on Saturday night. I chose the safe road, and picked a restaurant in the building where I work. This way if the date goes bad, I know all the secret, emergency exits and passageways and can be halfway home before it dawns on him that I excused myself to the ladies room over an hour ago.
Not to come across as cynical and skeptical as I can be (I inherited that from my grandmother, I'm sure, along with the eye color...), but I'm fully expecting him to be 3' tall or something else rather outlandish.
Can someone who seems to be what they seem to be truly be what they seem to be?
We'll see, and I will keep you posted.
In the meantime, I am off to endure ridiculous amounts of angst wondering what in the hell to wear.