These Daze

Work is picking up.
My second Soldier of 3 has arrived, though she is still in-processing.
My first Soldier is kind of stuck in gridlock around here, as there's a lot I must do, and very little she can do to help me.
I no longer have an NCOIC (immediate supervisor/boss of my area, for my civilian friends) and no credentialed officer to speak of. I am running the show, with some very able, if somewhat peripheral, leaders to help me when I need them to.
Tomorrow, I brief the battalion executive officer- second in command of several hundred people and a pretty important guy by comparison to me, to clarify- which is pretty serious stuff. Somehow, I have found the confidence to tell someone who outranks me, knows more than me, and would probably do a better job than me in this brief that I will handle it. I favored risking falling flat on my face in front of a very important person, and an officer who has been part of that peripheral leadership in order to learn and stand on my own two feet.  I genuinely believe I'll pull this off and do so smoothly, though. Where this confidence comes from, I can't explain.
I am learning, quickly, that this whole Army thing is just something that comes naturally to me, once I let go of my habit of over-thinking things and panicking. In the words I used to explain why I made this decision to my Soldier earlier: "My success is ultimately nobody else's responsibility but my own. I'll either own it or I'll eat it." I was pretty impressed with this stroke of rational and deliberate thinking, as a year or two ago, it was not something I was exactly known for. I am, by nature, an emotional woman. It's taken me til age 25 to get a decent grasp on how much I show the world of what's going on in my mind and heart. To say I wear my heart on my sleeve is a bit of an under-representation. Perhaps, this is why I am sitting here trying to wrap my head around what has been going on in my life these last few days.
Saturday night, I get a phone call from Doc. Yes, the same Doc. He has a friend he wants me to meet. We haven't been on bad terms, but I'd be lying if I said I expected him to call me out of the blue, never mind expected him to try to hook me up with his friend. Well, at this point, I was pretty content with the thought of being single and trying to work my way through the grief of Danger's death- I had finally accepted I wasn't over it. Doc setting me up with someone, though- this I had to see. The picture he sent me of the guy didn't pique my interest- he looked like a skinny, balding redneck. Well, I went anyway, if only for a night out and to squash my curiosity. As it turns out, he is a skinny, balding redneck. He is also intelligent, likes to read, the father of two daughters, a gentleman and terribly sweet. He's tough, goofy, and has more in common with me than I am entirely sure I'm comfortable with, to include some of our mothers' issues.
We have known each other all of four days, and my emotions are open, raw and very visible. The odd thing is, they haven't turned as thick or overwhelming or negative as I expected to. I'm not entirely positive if it's that he's so much like me he reacts the way I want him to, if I've learned that much about how to handle myself, if it's the fact that I know in my heart Danger would approve of how he treats me or a combination, but I have been able to open up to him without fear. I don't flinch when he touches me, I don't pull away when he kisses me, and I don't "warn" him about my emotions. He's patient, sweet and incredibly loving. He's also incredibly loyal. He doesn't get frustrated when he has to tell me he's not going anywhere, and he seems to enjoy reminding me spontaneously.
Why am I not scared to believe I love this man after only four days?