Poland.

I met a boy, let's call him Poland. He is honestly the most gentlemanly human I have ever met in my entire life. We talked for a long time before we went on a date (like 2 months long).
First date:
He picks me up at my place, stands outside his vehicle waiting for me. Opens my door, waits for me to get in, closes it.
We drive to Banff and chat the whole way. No awkward silences- any of the silences were momentary.
Park in Banff, take a walk until it's raining pretty hard. He suggests the fondue place- The Grizzly House. He's always wanted to try it. We walk over, he reads the menu and looks at me, pausing for a second to read my facial expressions. He proceeds to say, it's not what he was thinking and he doesn't like cheese and hopes I won't hold it against him.
I burst out laughing. I also dislike cheese. I believe it has very specific uses but I am not a go-into-the-fridge-and-eat-a-slice-of-cheese person.
So we kept walking. Salt Lik. Do you like beef?
Could you pick a better place for me? Not likely.
We go in- we both order gin. Chat for a very long time before eating dinner.
Once we eat we stayed and continued talking for a long while. It was getting late though so we figured we'd better head back. I tried to get out my card, "you don't have to do that".
I'm going to, he replies.
Is it worth the fight?
No, you'll lose. Put it away.
Walk back to the car, offers me an array of candies/gum/etc.
All the while he opens every door for me and walks behind me, just barely. Only enough to make sure that I am first.
We chat on the way back, both mesmerized by the beauty of the mountains and the stars after the rain cleared up. When we got to my place, he got out with me to walk me to the door. Kissed me and asked if we can do this again, not in two months.

It was honestly the nicest, most respected and well-treated I've ever felt.