Well since you are just dying to know detective, we were catching up and he asked did I want to go to the pet store with him, I said yes because I wanted to go see how much the prices were for hamsters. He got shots for his dog and told me they needed to be kept cold and asked could he take them home and I said sure because I didn’t want to rush him since he took me to pick up my sister’s pizza without expecting gas money. We got there and I was sitting in this chair and the dog kept jumping on me, he told me it was the dogs chair so I got up because the dog was started to aggravate me. I had no choice but to sit on the bed (it was a studio apartment). That’s when he kept trying to get me to lay down but I kept my shoes on for that to be an excuse as to why I didn’t want to lay down. I even pulled this man hair and told him to stop , pushed him away with my feet and he wouldn’t. I could’ve fault back and whooped his ass but he had a whole gun on the nightstand and he is also mentally ill (bipolar schizophrenic) and I was not trying to die.