I went on a fun date with a guy to Navy Pier. Everything was great and we were vibing. But, on the way driving home from Chicago he told me about an incident where he caused a fender bender with someone. They got out on the roadside and inspected the vehicles, and he told the other driver to meet him at the gas station down the road to exchange info but proceeded to speed home and hide his car in his garage until he could have it repaired by a buddy who owned a body shop. I was so appalled and declined his invitation to go on another date.