My Date with the Axe Murderer

Dont worry, I'm alive and unharmed.  And laughing at myself.
There's that scary aspect about online dating, and meeting someone that you emailed, in a public place of course.  What if he's an axe murderer?????
Yesterday afternoon I had a coffee date.  The night before we were chatting online.  We both admitted to the other that we had "internet snooped".  You know, googled each other.  I mentioned that I had found him on FB, and he asked, "Oh, do you want me to add you as a friend?".  No!  I said!  I still don't know if you are an axe murderer or not!  Let's meet first.  (I didn't want him to know too much about me.  He could figure out where I live......)
Our emails etc. had gone pretty well.  He seemed nice and friendly.  Well spoken, educated, intelligent, interested in travel and books.  He's recovering from a pretty bad accident last year, and I wasn't sure if he would be meek and sickly in person, or outgoing with a new chance at life.
Walking up to the Cafe, he's inside, sees me and waves.  Walks over to greet me.  I don't know what to make of my first impression of him, really nice eyes, friendly way about him, but scary big.  He's a bear.  You know the type - stocky build.  Not overweight neccesarily, but....big.  Forearms bigger that my thighs type of big.  Not unattrractive...but...
We sit and have our awkward iced tea and conversation.  He's dressed nice, preppy (button down polo, khaki cargo shorts, floppy sandals).  Has his shaggy longish hair held back by a wire/comb headband type thing (underneath his sunglasses, a little bit hippy).  Finished the tea.  "Wanna go for a drive?" he asks.  Whoa...mister....I remind him that he hasn't been cleared of the possible axe murder status.  We laugh, he promises me he has no axes in his car.  Or a tire iron (yes, I asked.  He admitted to having a screw gun in the trunk).  "It's a nice day for a drive into the country" he says.  How about we go for a walk instead, I tell him.  Ok, so maybe a drive through the sunny countryside could make a sweet first date.  Seems like something the gentile would do.  I had a bit of a theory that he came from money.  But then I pictured him dumping me out of his car on a country road in the middle of no where.  Or carrying me off into the woods caveman style.
We leave the Cafe, his car is outfront.  It's a fancy white BMW with tinted windows, and Massachusetts plates.  Drug dealer!  I thought.  Now, he was interested in my store, wanted to see my creations.  So I took him over there.  I feel pretty safe in my store.  I've got that panic button on my alarm panel.  We chat some, still awkward, nervous.  He tells me more about his accident (motorcycle vs. suv).  The crash did him quite a bit of damage (outwardly you can only see the limp, and some scars).  The force of the impact pushed his heart over 1.5 inches to the left.  (I know this isn't funny, but "his heart is in the wrong place".)  He's fascinated with my wirework, with the gems. "Where do you keep all the expensive gems?" he asked.
I'm tired, hungry.  I tell him I should get home.  "Do you want to get something to eat?" he asks.  No, thank you.  I let him walk me to my car.  He says he wants to take me to a movie.  I tell him we'll chat soon.  I can tell he doesn't want the date to end...lingering....I tell him a hug would be okay.  He was a tad touchy feely with that hug.

I had a tentative phone date for afterwards with "flutter guy".  Which I chickened out of, by the way.

I had a quick chat with Mr. Axe after being home for a bit.  He asked if he dispelled my axe murderer concerns.  I told him that he had, but that I had another theory:  Bead Theif!
He explained the Mass plates.  House in The Berkshires....