He answered my post about going to see Donna The Buffalo at The Public Market in Rochester. I picked him up (with a taser in my purse) and we headed to Rochester to see the band. We never had an awkward moment. We laughed, he cried, we shared so much in common in including our Jeeps. We ended up talking at a Tim Hortons rest stop til 4am. Then next day he asked if he could join me at the Lewiston art festival and the rest is history.