Did your parents have a point?
July 10, 2019

I’m fresh out of college, working for a big company, flying to Kansas City from Minneapolis for a meeting. At the Kansas City airport a gentleman strikes up a conversation with me. He’s, shall we say, gorgeous.

Gorgeous and well-mannered and the sweetest. Just the sweetest. We keep talking, and eventually discover I’m headed in the same direction he is. Would I like a ride from him to my hotel?

Well, sure. Nothing shady about this guy. I'm sure. And sure enough, the conversation in his rental car -- while lively -- is as respectful as it had been from the beginning. He does say, after learning I have the same engineering degree he does, that engineers didn’t look like me when he was going to school. But that’s as forward as it gets.

Back then I was telling my parents pretty much everything, so of course I told them how much money I’d saved the company by not taking a cab from the airport. To say my parents weren’t happy is a little bit of an understatement, but I didn’t think too much of it for the next thirty or forty years.

Then I watched the new movie about Ted Bundy.

I get it now.