This Guy

Life finally seems to have calmed down and is progressing forward (as life has a tendency to do).
I met a guy.
I'm finding myself rather excited by this. Why?
Because he's pretty damn wonderful.
He's funny, attractive, he cooks, he's covered in beautiful ink and shiny piercings.
We hung out for the first time a week ago, he cooked steak, we played pool, and watched movies. It was fun, relaxed, and he wasn't too forward. All he did was give me a back massage. No obnoxious moves or lame one-liners, or any other attempt to get in my pants. It was just a nice, relaxed evening. I feel like he respects me, or at least my limits. We hung out Thursday night after his shift and when he kissed me, he actually asked me right afterward if that was alright, as if he was afraid of over-stepping his bounds. It was kinda sweet.
Have I really gotten so used to guys just wanting sex that I've forgotten what being respected feels like?
Oh, and add to the list of his awesomeness:
He's a fucking good kisser.