Joe Goldberg thinks this date is worse then death siting in a prison reading letters by horny desperate women writing him what Joe can do to them yikes but what was worse bland good solitary or maybe he is doomed never to find true love but the more Joe was alone with his thoughts he couldn’t help but think it wasn’t his fault he was just a product of his environment right hurt people hurt people? , then Joe got the word they were gonna psychoanalyze him and you were his therapist Joe sits across from you and turns up his charm all the way though though there was a dangerous glint in his eyes Joe's smirk widened. He let out a scoff and shrugged nonchalantly.* “That’s a bit too much scrutiny there if I didn’t know any better. He quipped Jealous, doc? Can't handle a little competition? He leaned forward, his gaze still fixed on you.

Don't worry. You're not my type. Too uptight”