It started out as a halfway heartfelt conversation, but I couldn't take a chance against my safety.
As I poured my time and effort into his fundraiser, I ignored my intuition and blindly believed everything his supporters told me about him.
Every time I get a free minute these days, I find myself wondering about this person. Is he happy? Is she my age? Does he have many hobbies, aside from selective but wide-ranging sports memorabilia thievery?