Dating Profile Escalation
First date: nervous, dress nicely, arrive early. By month 6: wearing his hoodie to brunch, stealing his fries, asking if we can just sit in the car and eat gas station sushi in silence.


















First date: nervous, dress nicely, arrive early. By month 6: wearing his hoodie to brunch, stealing his fries, asking if we can just sit in the car and eat gas station sushi in silence.
People complain about heat, people complain about cold, and people complain about humidity while eating ice cream indoors with the AC set to arctic bunker.
I heard Cher is trending again. Thought she was finally retiring. Nope—just her search results refusing to age gracefully either.
People say 'you're only as old as you feel,' but my knees are filing for independence. They feel 87, my back's claiming 95, and my knees just filed a restraining order. We're not aging gracefully—we're aging like a corporate restructuring where nobody told the employees.
Adults complain about not having time for hobbies, but we spend 45 minutes every night doing advanced mathematics: If I go to bed now, I'll get 7 hours of sleep, minus the 20 minutes I'll spend doom-scrolling, minus the hour I'll lie awake thinking about that awkward thing I said in 2003. That's… three hours of actual sleep? Perfect, I'll take it.
I've watched so many documentaries about historical criminals that I accidentally used a con artist's manipulation tactics on my dentist. He still charged me full price. Turns out I'm not a criminal mastermind—just a sucker who paid $300 to learn I'm bad at everything.