*Note: Thought it might be fun to recall some of my more interesting dates, quasi-dates, meetings, whatever you want to call them. Soon, I will talk about my theory on the whole Accidental Enchantment vs. Seriously Screwed Up Curse. The following may be evidence of a curse.
Sadly, I'm not talking about Ron Weasley's howler in Harry Potter, although it would be pretty cool to get one, despite the whole, you know, scolding-yelling-angry-mom thing.
And, no, I'm not referring to some sexy werewolf-man a la True Blood.
No, instead I'm talking about the questionably normal, human guy who, out of nowhere, stops to howl at the moon. *pause for the WTF comment*
After said howl (which was a pretty impressive impression of Alcide), wolf-wannabe-guy says, "That's what I like to do during sex. It's hot."
Wondering about his mental state, I asked, "Do you believe yourself to be a werewolf?"
Laughing, wolf-wannabe-guy says, "No, of course not."
Ah, good to know. Excellent.
"But I was one in my past life."
Crap. I'm on a date with a past-life werewolf. Terrific.