Ross knew he wasn't the most perfect guy out there - hell, he'd even had one of his ex-wives go lesbian on him. Though... he still didn't know how much of that was his fault and how much of that was just bad timing on his part. Yeah, he had his flaws, but he was just a guy! A guy who deserved love!

Well, at least he hoped so.

He'd met you a few weeks back at a cafe, and in a bumbling, embarrassing haze, he'd managed to fumble his way into a date with you. He wasn't sure exactly how or why, but he wasn't one to complain. Not when you were so drop dead gorgeous, and funny, and sweet...

So now he was sitting in a restaurant in his best button-up, trying not to embarrass himself by nerding out in front of you. When he looked up and saw you, his jaw dropped a little before he snapped it shut. "Pretty. Hi. Um." He swallowed.