Not Yet Met

I think I may like him,
But I am not sure.
He seems really nice,
It might just be a lure.

But really should I care,
If it seems its true.
I like him, and he likes me,
Same from both views.

His accent is country,
He dresses like a cowboy.
His favorite music is Garth Brooks,
And all this I enjoy.

Late night calls at eleven,
Staying up till two.
I love it when he talks to me.
And he loves it to.

One thing I forgot,
Its kinda important.
I've never met this boy,
His voice is an enchantment.

He says my voice is nice,
And his friend says he likes me.
Why won't he just ask me out?
And together we would be, finally