When I was 17/18, I met a guy named Teddie via mutual friends. We hung out together in group situations and we made out a few times.
I moved to Knoxville and didn't see him again.
3 years ago, he shows up at the bar I work at. We talk, he knows a lot of the bar regulars, all is seemingly well.
He comes into the bar a few times over the next couple of years.
This past August, Mindy and I are just hanging out on our couch. I glance over to see Mindy reading the local news. "Wait, I know that guy. What did he do?"
He beat his ex stepdad and his new bride to death with a hammer. Then, he set their house on fire to destroy the evidence.He did this to get their pills and some money.
I have made out with a murderer. What the hell guys?
In my defense, he was way cuter when we were younger. He had cute, long hair and was very fun.
I felt so dirty for a month after this. Gross.