“Cute deer!” I messaged, beginning the conversation. “That’s no deer… that’s a baby kangaroo,” he replied. Awwwww… FUCK, I thought, thinking he’d probably un-match us right away. But he didn’t.
What’s Marvin got to do with any of this? Let me explain. It all started on Thursday afternoon. Mid-conversation,… Read more Put on a fucking shirt, Marvin