Excuse the giddiness, but as a veteran of the miscarriage threads, shortly followed by the abusive relationships thread and the Stately Homes thread, a little bit of nice and lovely and normal flirting with a nice man is a pinnacle of inter-relational achievement for me right now.
It's nice and lovely and normal! He's actually available, has similar tastes/background/SOH/career aspirations/values as me, and I don't care if it doesn't lead anywhere: by god there are nice and normal men out there! And they think I'm worth a look in!
That's pretty damn good in my book.