Until that day, I couldn't have pointed out who the janitor was because I'd not seen any janitor.
We began talking, once he realized I was a Christian and treated him OK. He was surprised that I would talk with him and treat him like a human being. I treated him as though he mattered by talking to him because he existed. The Golden Rule applies and I don't believe in ignoring people because of their line of work. After all, they're jobs and not of eternal consequence. God's work is of eternal consequence.
He was a nice man and was encouraging due to his faith in Christ. We discussed the Bible more than anything else. He knows the Bible quite good.
Somehow he got the idea there was more between us than there was. I searched to determine whether or not I had misled him. I couldn't remember anything that would have. It's not my style.
He was married, older, odd, odd looking, etc. The only real thing we had in common was the Bible. I never dreamed he thought anything else but friendship through work would exist.
He made advances and I rejected them. He became belligerent and angry. He didn't understand. He was so unreasonable and belligerent he wasn't going to understand. His anger and hurt from rejection lasted and we never spoke again. I didn't worry about it because of his reaction and his inability to understand boundaries.
I don't like men without boundaries. Nor do I like men that cannot, in good taste, accept a polite "no" from a woman and leave it at that.
This experience put my guard up a little more cautious.