Be Quiet Or There Will Be The Devil To Pay

(In sixth and seventh grade there is one boy who will not stop asking me out, even after I literally dump him after a week of dating him. While I appreciate the not-so-romantic gestures, they get annoying very quickly.)

Boy: “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”

Me: “Shut up.”

Boy: “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because –”

Me: “Are you implying that I’m Satan? Because I am.”

(That shut him up quite nicely.)