A real date

I went on a date last night and it was completely mystifying. In that it seems like it was a real date. And the guy (FTM) I went out with was a complete gentleman. I can't say that this has ever happened to me before. I have no idea what to make of it. I don't even know if that meant the date was a horrible disaster or if he's just a nice guy taking it slowly. I must say I didn't expect that. I kind of expected to end up back at his place somehow, but no, he kept things on my turf, opened doors, didn't touch me inappropriately at all. Didn't even kiss me goodnight, which might be a bad sign. Sadly, we have nothing in common; I'm a big nerd and he didn't go to college. Also, he's ten years older than I am. And I was horribly bad at making small talk - this is not my strong point at all. But he's totally cute, so I was pretty interested in at least some sort of fling. He took me to dinner, obviously thought ahead, had a pretty great plan although it didn't work out for the best - we went to Lucky Strike Lanes, which was a brilliant plan for having an activity around which to make conversation. Unfortunately there was a mixup with the bowling reservations so we didn't get to do that because it was horribly crowded, but we had dinner which was yummy and casual. He was a little confrontational with people on the street (granted, seeing someone pee right next to your car doesn't exactly make anyone overjoyed), which might be a side effect of the whole testosterone thing but totally nice to me. I would have thought that this would be the kind of thing where we'd go out a couple times, screw around for a while and I'd never really introduce him to my friends, but I think I could possibly hang out with him, even though our academic lifestyle probably makes no sense at all to him.