Jake and I agreed to meet for lunch. He was an attractive guy, and we took the time to get to know each other. Or so I thought. Fast forward to the day we were scheduled to meet. We met at a sushi restaurant, and when we sat to eat, we began conversing about the usual topics. Religion. Politics. Then we got to the topic of guns. I aspire to be a firearms instructor, and when I shared the fact that I collected guns, he immediately began lecturing me because it was his belief that Americans should only be allowed to own one firearm. Jake stated that people who owned more than one gun scared other Americans.
Weird, I thought. This guy previously told me he was ex-military. The conversation became more bizarre as he proclaimed that he used to be a foreign country's government hitman. I found this incredibly amusing. "So you're a hitman that thinks there should be gun limits? To what, make your job easier and reduce your risk?" I asked sarcastically. His face shifted as he began to realize I wasn't buying his bullshit. Out of nervousness, I assumed he had turned the conversation to race. He proceeded to declaim his views on racism due to his time spent overseas. His views disturbed me. I had enough at this point and began to grab my card to pay my check and leave. As I pulled my card out of my pocket, he stood up. I turned around because this guy made me nervous at this point, and I didn't trust him. He got down on one knee. "Marry me?" he said. I began laughing hysterically because this had to be a joke. "hell no," I said a lot louder than I realized until I turned and saw the entire restaurant staring at me. Then I turned to him and realized he wasn't joking.
"no," I said.
"I'm allergic to racism," I stated as I turned and walked to the door.
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