So I’m Marrying An Axe Murderer

(I’m texting with somebody I recently met and don’t know very well yet. Our conversations are often ridiculously over-the-top pledges of love. At this point, I have just questioned his seriousness about moving across the country for somebody he just met.)

Him: “C’mon, I’m messing with you. You could be an axe murderer for all I know. I’m not that hasty.”

Me: “I am rather fond of sharp edges and fire.”

Him: “Axes are sharp and fire compliments everything nicely.”

Me: “Let’s be axe murderers together!”

Him: “Deal.”