Lynn's Comments: This is from the mental diary I have kept for years. I was a single mother, lonely, unsure of myself and prone to making quick - often poor - decisions. I met an attractive young man while shopping with Aaron at a grocery store. We crossed paths as we coursed the aisles and eventually stopped to talk. He asked if I was single, I said I was and I accepted an invitation to go out. I got a babysitter. He picked me up at my house and proceeded to drive about the town looking for a place to eat. He had a million excuses for not wanting to go here or there and we finally went to a seedy bar where neither of us would be recognized. He had a myriad odd tales. He was a detective and had to maintain his secret identity. He was working undercover. He was part of an elite swat team. As the evening wore on, his stories became more and more outlandish. I became wary and asked him to take me home. He refused, we fought and I asked the bartender to call me a cab. I was escorted to the cab by the bouncer and when I got home, I felt vulnerable and afraid. I later discovered that my "date" was married, had a bad reputation and I was lucky to have left the bar when I did. The story doesn't end there. He had my address and a few months later he returned, unannounced. He seemed surprised when I said I never wanted to see him again and he said "Honey you're a dime a dozen anyway". I have often thought about that encounter. I wonder if he's in jail somewhere and I also wonder if, despite my naivete, I had been very, very lucky.