I should have known better, but it never occurred to me to check out Dane Merrick before our dinner arrangement.If I had been doing my job, I would know all about Mr. Merrick before I arrived to meet him at the restaurant, not that I suspected him of any wrong doing; or worse, expected him to change drastically from the charming and sophisticated front man for a respected institute to a total sleaze bag during his down time.On the contrary, Dane proved his worth all around.If I had any doubts at all they quickly vanished when he poured my first glass of the hundred dollar Campasino wine, a rich red blend of herbs and spices, elegant yet subtlety provocative like the man before me.To go along with his attractive package, he wore an indigo blue jacket with a silky gray shirt and pleated dark slacks.Perhaps it was the wine or the ambiance; or hell even him, but I swore the flickering light of our table candle actually produced a dazzling glint off his front teeth.