The Zadge challenged me to see who could date the worst nut job through online dating.
I forget how it came up, but I ended up telling him about a challenge I'd had earlier in the day at work that had been particularly frustrating.
He responded by telling me (in a baby voice) to imagine that I was sitting on his lap, and that he was giving me a back rub. I interrupted him to tell him that I don't know him and don't want to sit on his lap. He kept going, and described the whole
assault massage and where his hands would go. I remained completely silent throughout, and then reminded him that we've never met, and that we are a long ways away from being where he seemed to think we are.
Needless to say, I don't think things will work out with him.