I can hardly contain my joy

So I had another date Tuesday night with the same guy as Saturday night, Larry.  He is a very nice guy.  Almost too nice and sweet.  You know how things can be too sweet that they hurt your teeth?  That's almost how he is.  Anyway, he came and picked me up and met one of my roommates.  They conversed about a couple things that they had in common and I certainly did not.  After we left we said to me "I like  your roommate.  She seems like a lot of fun."  And of course I had to agree.  She is fun.  I really enjoy having her as a roommate.  But come on!!!  Did he have to tell ME that on our second date?!  Seriously.  Then we went to the Gateway and got ice cream and walked around (which, uniquely enough, is exactly what we did on our last date).  I kept trying to think of things to say the entire time.  He's so nice and I'm usually very talkative, but I couldn't think of a thing to say or a single question to ask.  However, the awkward moment of the night came when we were leaving and Larry saw a homeless man begging and offered to take him somewhere to get food.  Thankfully Homeless Man decline stating that he wasn't allowed in the Gateway Mall.  This isn't a joke.  Apparently Homeless Man knew more about dating etiquette then Larry.