I am in the Twilight Zone.
I was riding my bike in the middle of the street, and this middle aged balding man asked if he could bum a cigarette... We started talking while we were smoking, and it turns out he's a gay meth addict. We talked about how small the city is, and he brought up this trail that leads to the next city, and I agreed to go hiking with him... And then he invited me to his apartment, where we had another smoke and I played with his cat and he, doing the typical meth addict stuff like gesticulating wildly and rubbing himself while talking and speaking more incoherently than a five year old, started to compliment my appearance. He'd been doing this before, but I guess I didn't realize it was his poor attempt at flirtation until then... So in four hours, I'm going to meet up with this dude to hike, and he thinks he's going to put it in my butt.