Abort mission, I don’t want to go out with a psycho
In a matter of hours, the smallness of New Orleans was tranparently efficient – the subject: a man. Here’s a guy I’ve seen around town for two years but never met. Turns out a friend knows him – well his first name. Turns out another friend knows him better – knows name and number and has a scheme to fix me up. Turns out this is all getting set up when I happen to Google the guy. One domestic violence arrest appears. Hmmm. Then a friend stops by and I mention this man, and she immediately stages a resounding intervention – he’s bad news – and actually there were three domestic violence arrests. Abort mission. Next.