Please infer my awesomeness from the below highly-likely scenario:
Six months into dating we would go to a wedding and, after one too many gin and tonics, you would confess to me your life-long man crush on Jon Bon Jovi. On your next birthday, several months later, I would buy you Bon Jovi's greatest hits (yes, I still buy CDs). You would be appropriately touched by the small, but thoughtful gift, and we'd wind up so heavily involved in a kiss that we'd almost forget to leave for dinner with your family. A little disappointed to have to stop, we'd rush out the door to my car, cake in hand. I would have stayed up all night working in the cake, which would be decorated with an edible recreation of your favorite '80s cartoon character. At dinner I would be affectionate with you (but not go overboard in front of your parents), check in with your dad about his recent knee surgery, then color on the placemats with your nieces when they started to get bored. I'd drive us back to your place where, finally alone again, we would finish what we'd started before dinner.
See? Pretty awesome. Are you awesome, too? Then you should probably message me. Maybe we would be exponentially awesome together.