Alp was a perfect gentleman. He held open doors and paid for everything and drove me to and from my door and did not even make a single move toward a good night kiss/hug. Which was all nice.
He also had difficulty putting two complete sentences together in English. Which made for the talking? Not so in-depth. For all I know, he only understood every fourth word out of my mouth. And I was making an attempt to keep them in the two-syllable range.
His main language is Turkish; he lived in Turkey since he was 7 up until a few years ago. He's short, pasty, and wears nice cologne. He has a secret fear, he confessed to me, of African-Americans.
He works for a Turkish professor at PSU. I don't understand what exactly he does, since he didn't have the vocabulary to explain, but something about reading articles and getting paid for it. Digesting? He does have his PhD in economics, and loves numbers.
So while it wasn't bad, it was.....an experience. And, I'm so not ready to date. :)