Animal Un-Attraction

(I have been texting a guy for a few days. We don’t really know each other, but there is a definite romantic edge. We have previously discussed a mouse problem in his basement, and his means of catching and releasing them. He sends me a picture of two mice with their necks snapped in traps.)

Me: “OH MY GOD! WHY WOULD YOU SEND ME THAT?!”

Him: “I thought you asked for it?”

Me: “WHAT?! NO! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!”

Him: “Because you like that sort of stuff, duh.”

Me: “NO! ARE YOU KIDDING?! WHAT PART OF ‘FORMER VEGETARIAN’ MADE YOU THINK THAT I ENJOYED ANIMAL DEATH?!

Him: “The FORMER part, haha”

Me: “NOPE. NOPE, NOPE, NOPE!”

Him: “Yes, yup, uh-huh, YES.”

Me: “DING DONG, YOU ARE WRONG.”

Him: “Not fair, like I care.”

(Needless to say, that callous dismissal of my feelings was the end of rapidly diminishing interest.)