Kewl place

So I went to meet this guy who turns out to be an engineer. (Well, he works with engineers...at any rate). He has a little cozy house in the coolest part of town. I like him, he's pretty cognizant. I was pretty honest about AA and my alcoholism and that I'm in Voc Rehab. If he is at all worried about rooming with a non-professional he didn't show it.
This fellow has a "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" poster on his fridge. His television has writing on it. And, a Joyce Carol Oates novel is on the coffee table.
There is a back deck. The room is small but it's a lovely area, very quiet, well maintained. There is some storage.
The guy has no cable. He reads. And plays tennis. I felt bad telling him I don't recreate much other than walking and volunteering for theater. But he does understand my love for the internet. He uses his phone as a modem. I've been wanting to try to do that myself...he uses Ubuntu. I'd like to learn that too.
Anyhow he did say that he would like to talk again so.. here's hoping.
I like him. He's a very cool dude.