It started as what was supposed to be a relaxing, restful day. I was finally redeeming the gift certificate for a massage my cheerleaders had given me the Christmas before and afterwards decided it was the perfect day to do some shopping. Actually cooking dinner seemed to be illogical given the rest of my day, so on the way home from the mall I decided to stop at Domino's and order a (gluten-free) pizza- extra cheese and mushroom. While I was sitting, waiting on my pizza to be ready, a tall, tattooed, white gentlemen in basketball shorts and a t-shirt walked in complaining about how difficult it was to find the place. As soon as he walked in the door, I felt sick to my core. He put in his pizza orders and sat down next to me. On most occasions I would offer a friendly hello and start a light conversation, but it was as if God wouldn't let me engage in conversation with this particular man for some reason. That reason would soon make itself clear and he, instead, began conversin...