Frenchie returns

I've given blogging a long pause as there's been very little going on in my life recently other than yoga. I spent a month preparing for the championship a couple of weeks ago, so I devoted my entire life to yoga and had little time for anything else.
I did go on one extremely brief, horrible date. I met the guy on the UK version of Craig's list- mistake number one (but it's the credit crunch! Who can afford eharmony?). I responded to his ad and he answered me within minutes, giving me not only his email address, but phone number as well- that should have been a warning sign. His initial email, before I replied was followed by four more emails telling me that I should call him so we can talk and make plans to go out. When I did respond-mistake number two, it provoked another flurry of emails about me calling and his level of availability. I called- mistake number three. Our chat revealed that he was unemployed and somewhat hyper. So like an idiot, I decided to see him. We met close to the home as he lived in my neighborhood. I was a few minutes late, as usual, and he texted me then called to see where I was. That would have been ok had it not been three minutes BEFORE I was supposed to be there. I texted that I was on my way because I had to take the long way around. I arrived about five minutes later. We exchanged pleasantries and started to walk towards the restaurant. We walked for exactly three blocks before he turned to me and asked to end the date because I wasn't his type. Despite my relief at not having to spend another minute with him, rejection still sucks. I digress because that was back in October. The title said I'd write about Frenchie, so I'll do that.
I mentioned in an earlier blog that I dated a French guy before I moved to the UK. Frenchie married another woman hastily in an effort to stay in the US, but recently called to tell me they'd gotten divorced. He has since moved to Texas to start his own marketing business and escape his wife. He called me at the beginning of the week and again for the past couple of nights. He says he misses me. He wants to see me again. He invited me to visit him in Texas and offered to visit me at my mom's. He suggested we go away for the weekend together. I was shocked, overwhelmed, and smitten all at the same time.
While I know it's not really an option given the distance, I'm still enticed by the possibility. I also have doubts about his ability to be honest and faithful seeing as how he'd been cheating on his wife/girlfriend with me. I know I should trust my gut, but I like him. I suck for liking him after what he did and how it ended between us. We have a really strong attraction to one another. I don't know if it's his accent, my language skills, our intense chemistry- even over the phone, or our shared sense of humor, but there's something between us. However, we only dated for a couple of months before I moved so, didn't have time to get to know each other very well. Why then am I even still talking to this guy? I have no clue. Where will this lead me? Probably down a road of hurt and heartbreak. Yet, as I so often do in my life, I'm entertaining this nonsense. I can't walk away from the train wreck. I stayed up talking to him until 2am yesterday, so I'm going to bed.