I met him on a Saturday night. It was dark, and unusually warm for a spring night. I ran into him in the woods near my house. I was the only victim he ever spared, not because he felt sorry for me, but because, as he had told me later, it was "Love at first sight, and also my first and only love." "I guess some people are worth not killing," I had replied, with a chuckle and small smile.