I was on a date with a tall, muscley fireman who picked me up in his pickup truck. I placed my purse on the floor after getting  in, and unbeknownst to me, my mace fell out onto the floor. I didn’t even notice because it blended in with the floor carpeting. After a fun evening of sushi and wine, he dropped me off. I had had a good time,  but I didn’t really feel that there was a true connection between us. We just seemed to be on completely different planes.

The next day, he called to tell me that he had found the mace but hadn’t known what it was. He then laughingly recounted that he was curious, and had then sprayed it in his face while he was driving.  Yeah.