I had a really "hot" experience with him. He met me in a towel with a "come hither" grin on my face. Then he planted a lethal kiss on my lips - and I mean that literally. A kiss laced with arsenic. Truly lethal. I mean, I died. Then he cremated me, put me in a beautiful Ming vase, and installed me in a columbarium at the local methodist church with a plaque that simply says "Fucked to death." (Kidding, of course. I haven not seen him, nor do I know him in any way.)