I went out with this one guy who got drunk and spent three hours going on about his dead ex. She died while talking to him on her cell phone while driving. He then got a tatoo of an angel with her face on his shoulder. We literally sat at this restaurant for three hours while he talked and cried about her.
I felt bad for the guy, and he was really good-looking, but I refused to compete with a memory.
A year later I read an article about a sexual predator. Turns out it was his Dad.
