Same ol'. Same ol'

Just a different name and a different face. Still holding out. Better has yet to come along. Or has it? I ran into Mr. Clean again by chance. I was on my way home early and hadn't seen him in his usual area. i randomly decided to go to the restroom on the library floor and ran right into him, on his lunch break no less. We talked for an hour in the hall last night. Once again it was an effortless flow and so much common ground and chemistry. Time just passes when we get together, I don't feel the difference in age between us. He keeps it easy. No games. Respectful. Ambitious. Upfront. Still patiently waiting for the number. I'm getting more surprised at how much we see eye to eye on the little things and on our values. He's perhaps the first 33 year old, or guy in general that I've come across who appears to actually be mature, has his priorities in order and knows what he wants. I like him and I like the pace that we are taking things. No pressure. I especially like the fact that he doesn't feel the need to put on a front and we lay the cards on the table. No games. I'm still on the fence for one reason, but I won't cross him out just yet. I like his view on bringing people around. Something I rarely see. He's seeming like the type of someone that I rarely see. No games.