More confusion

So the Phoenix guy text messaged me a couple days ago asking for dinner. I said "okay" mostly because I wanted to get out of the house for a bit.

So he gave me directions for a seafood place. For sure, an easy choice. I had a couple glasses of wine before heading out while debating politics with my parents friends.

I had a couple glasses of wine with dinner. We split an appetizer, and I had halibut, he had only an appetizer because he wasn't that hungry. I on the other hand, skipped lunch and was starving.

He talked about the first time he saw me through his dorm window. He said that there was another guy in his hallway that talked about me a lot. I don't remember him, and he never did anything about it. I finally admitted that I used to check him out from my dorm window.

I skipped desert - it was all stuff I can't have anyway. And I only had half my dinner before getting full.

So when he walked me out to my car, the kiss goodbye got elevated to lip on lip. No real passion, and no weak in the knees feeling. But it was very nice. Drove home, and the entire time was checking to make sure I wasn't followed. Is that paranoia or what?

I texted him today to thank him for dinner. He said he wants to do a road trip afternoon thing next week. That will probably mean he'll come here to pick me up.

I've been keeping him at arms lengths a bit. He asks questions about my folks and my sister. He has always offered to come here and pick me up. I have always used the "it's out of your way, and that's silly" argument. Don't think I can do that next week.

I haven't told him about the guy in San Diego. We've had plenty of other things to talk about.

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So, is it better to go with "Mr. Right Here That Talks About Committment" but not really getting the sparks and electricity or go with "Electricity and Weak Knees" but not here all the time and seems to be a bit of a committment phobe?

The other thing that bugs me a bit is that Mr. San Diego loves to hold my hand. Wants to hold my hand driving, walking somewhere, everywhere and anywhere. Mr. Phoenix hasn't held my hand yet. He puts his hand along the small of my back when walking me out to my car. I don't know if Mr. Phoenix is letting things develop slowly. Maybe a road trip will change that a bit.