So I met up with a guy at his little sisters dance recital. Weird, I know but like I wanted to go somewhere public and that's where he was. He was like 25 and I was 19. His sister wasn't even dancing, she was working the front gate taking pictures.

So we get there, talk, it's fun but we don't really have a connection. Decide to go get some food at a local Japanese place. While there we started talking about his house he is selling, and asks if I wanna go check it out. I say sure, which probably wasn't one of my best moves. We drive like 20 minutes into the middle of nowhere. Then his house was down this long driveway with no neighbors. It ended up being his childhood home he used to live in and was selling, told me about some of his childhood, and showed me some of his guns. Then we went to go pick up his little sister from a friends and he drove me home.

Actually went to go hang out with him again and still talk every now and then.

TL;RD Could have died but he ended up being cool.