“Before we dated, I kept asking my fiancé his blood type and if he’d had surgery. Stuff like that.
I threatened to bring him back to my coworkers on my home planet as a shared snack, like you would bring fancy candy bars back after a vacation. All of this was intended to be flirtatious. I thought it was damning.
He kept responding with messages about cheese. I thought, this guy is either fucking clueless as shit, or he just doesn’t like me.
Turns out, he was trying to get me to go cheese and wine tasting with him. He thought he could just text things like, ‘There’s a special cheese place in Sonoma I really like. They sell cheese and wine.’ And in his mind I would respond with, ‘Let’s go check it out.’
Fucking unreal. How did he think I would know to do that? I was trying to hit on him, and he just kept talking about cheese.”
Google
Facebook
