Oh god, I think that's exactly the look Geoffrey Dahmer gave his victims before he ate them, ?
And THAT elicits my Jeffrey Dahmer story, because as I have said, I have a story for everything. Call me raconteur.
I talked to someone who almost went home with Jeffrey Dahmer when they met at Carol’s Speakeasy bar in Chicago, only refusing because Milwaukee was a tad far. He said that Dahmer projected a fairly affable normal vibe, not creepy at all. (Which of course is how he lured guys in.)
Carol’s Speakeasy was a great bar, but once it received publicity as one of Dahmer’s favorite hangouts, couldn’t survive the negativity. I imagine the bartenders there who knew him as a regular must have been interviewed?
The Dahmer film with Jeremy Renner is quite good.