She Was Picky Yet She Picked Me Which Didn't Make Sense

I met this girl on Saturday night.
We were talking, shooting the breeze. I bought her a drink. She had a great laugh. Her face sort of crinkled up in a very attractive way.
We talked about our jobs and what we did outside our jobs. We talked about relationships. She was single.
While she talked, I watched her face. She wasn't looking over my shoulder, she was looking at me. She was talking and listening and smiling at me.
She told me she was picky which was why she was single.
You can see the dilemma. It didn't make sense.
I didn't ask for her number.
You can see the dilemma.
You idiot.