This was one of the weirder conversations I’ve ever had on Tinder. The logic is just all over the place. I’m still very confused about his comment about his grandmother. And the abrupt (though correct) assumption that I must not like Busch when I didn’t respond quickly enough for his taste still leaves me reeling. Also the “Mmmmm” cracks me up every time.
Guy (9:40): Southern cooking…
Me (9:41): Makes you good looking
Guy (9:41): Mmmmm
Guy (9:42): I find it fascinating that you put on makeup every day in order to cover your blue face and purple eyes
Me (9:43) : It’s a hard life, but what’s a zombie girl to do?
Guy (9:44): Flaunt whatchya got
Guy (9:44): Blue chicks are hawt
Me (9:44): That post-Avatar life
Guy (9:46): My grandmother was a navi. Believe me I know how it goes
Guy (9:48): U drink whiskey?
Me (9:48): I do
Guy (9:49): Nice I’m great at being bad at drinking whiskey
Guy (9:49): Busch cans for life
Guy (9:56): Damn I guess you don’t like Busch
…damn, I guess I don’t.