Okay, so in all of our time doing this, I’ve had some weird ones, but this one takes it all.

So about a month ago we started talking to this one guy. He was from the US, claimed to be in Canada on business, but has an apartment here. Didn’t inquire too much.

My husband liked him, and gave me the okay to talk to him. He and I got along really well. Very fucking cute, in the age range that I like (he’s 28), and can really keep a conversation going. And unlike a lot of guys I’ve talked to in the past, he knows how to read a room.

So we were talking hot and heavy. I was getting really excited to meet up and fuck. We made a date, and at the last minute he cancels. When I asked why and if he wanted to reschedule, he says “I need to hunt a vampire”.

Alright dude, you do you. I knew this was just his stupid way of backing out of the date. People get nervous. It happens.

Fast forward about a month, and he says he’s back in the area. We gave him the benefit of the doubt, and I agreed to a meet up.

First of all, this man had no fewer than 4 crossbows in his apartment, along with three swords, and some miscellaneous pieces of medieval weaponry. Sooooo at the very least he thinks vampires are real.

Fucking bomb ass dick though.