So you meet a guy at a bar, let him buy you a drink, exchange a few life details — like, “What do you do?” and “Where you from?” — swap numbers, and let some harmless flirting ensue…right? Nope. [ Ed. note : This isn’t the first time we’ve seen something like this.]
Settle down, he was sober and drove through a snowstorm — hence the *shock factor*.
