Hey Anna. You know what you should do?
Stay away from 31 year old semi-homeless cellist creepers.
"Is this a date?"
"Um. I don't know."
"Oh, well I'm just going to imagine it is one."
"Do you want to date me?"
"Well, if I can be frank, it freaks me out that you're 11 years older than me."
"Oh, 11 years doesn't matter! If you were 18, that'd be so much different."
*speechless* "Um. I was 18 TWO YEARS AGO."
I left as gracefully as possible, only to run into him a week later. My life is awesome?