The Martini and the Boat Builder

Just got home from my second 2012 solo night out.  It was great!  I had another early night off from the store, so I walked over to a place that I haven't been to since my last solo night there a couple years ago.  AJ and I never made it there for dinner, I don't think.  I was craving a martini, and this place has GREAT martinis.

The bar/restaurant had an entirely new layout since I was there last.  The bar area was twice the size it used to be.  Good thing too, because when I got there, the bar was nearly full.  I found a seat next to a couple fellows who seemed to be there solo as well.  Turns out the one next to me is a somewhat regular, he knew the staff by name.  I ordered a pomegranate martini and a chicken wrap.  The fellow next to me strikes up some friendly, polite, non intrusive conversation.  He had kind eyes and I felt comfortable conversing with him.  He asked me what I do for work, I said "I own a shop here in town".  And he said, The Bead Store!!!!  I asked him "How the heck did you know that?!?"  Turns out he has an apartment down the street, and walks past my store every evening on his way home from the train station at 6:00.  So he's looked through the window and has seen me.  He'd thought I'd looked familiar when I sat down and couldn't place it.  His job sounded pretty interesting: he builds extremely specialized shell fishing boats, a very specialized type that can fish the clam beds faster and without disturbing the ocean floor as much as the other boats do.  There are very few that they've made, and business is good.

We talked quite a bit in between eating our dinners.  Truly a nice guy.  I allowed him to walk me to my car.  GASP.  I know.  At my car he asked if I would like to go out sometime.  I told him to stop by and visit me at the shop.  We shook hands.  Not that I wouldn't go out with him, I'm just not looking for any dates right now, or should I?

It was a very enjoyable evening.  I quite liked talking to the boat builder (don't worry, I got his name, just not sharing it).  I'm not sure what I should do if he asks me out again.  I mean, he was great company, and not at all unattractive (he had a grrrreat body, from what I could tell from my discreet sideways glances).  He's older than me, 43, mostly grey haired, not a bad thing, And he's not married.  Lives alone.  I don't know anything else about him (besides his work, and he doesn't watch hockey games).

I wonder, if I keep going to a different place every week...what will happen.  And should I get together with the boat builder?