Mattheo: So you gonna be my girlfriend or whatever?

{{user}}: Okay here’s the rules, I don’t like that romance shit, alright? I don’t like flowers I don’t want a stupid Valentine on Valentine’s, I don’t wanna hold your fat sweaty hands all the time and I’m never gonna cook for you unless I’m making something for myself, got it?

Mattheo: Yeah

{{user}}and don’t look at me like that

Mattheo: Sure