Gotta be somebody

A few days ago, a friend of mine texted me and told me that I needed to hear Nickelback's song "Gotta Be Somebody"... apparently it's my theme song because I always say I know that my perfect companion is out there, but I'm so afraid of ending up alone and being the last of my friends to find happiness.
The song is great. I love it.
As far as my actual love life goes ... Well, there's this guy. We met one week and three days ago on a blind date. We hit it off like crazy, and he came up to visit me this weekend. It was like a movie. He drove us up the canyon, parked with his headlights on, opened the doors and we danced to the radio. We played twister with some of my residents. We watched "La Vita Bella" (Life is Beautiful) and made home-made kettle corn with my best friend - which turned out to be really, uh, clumpy and gross. The only problem with the whole situation is... his open-relationship girlfriend freaked when she found out he came up here. So I canceled our breakfast date the next morning and told him to go home to take care of business. I could tell it sort of hurt him, but... I can't be the "other woman". I don't care if they can date other people. Especially when everyone thinks they're still together because she "waited" for him while he was on his mission. I think the suckiest (yes, it is now a word because I say so) part by far, though, is that I like her. She's... I'm not sure how to explain it. I think she's controlling and has coping issues, but really who isn't and doesn't? She's kind, though, and would make the perfect eternal companion. She cooks and crochets and ... she's beautiful. I can't help but be selfish, though, and wish for that phone call from him saying "It's over... When can I come up there?" Ahhhh... Life torments me.