They do exist!
She’s bi, so I’m going to assume she just means women.
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.
I’m glad I don’t know you.
See? She’s been seduced by the dark side.
The woman has a type.
Note to self, idea for a film: “Gingerspotting,” It’s like Trainspotting, but with redheads instead of heroin.
And I’m happy to perform my civic duty.
Welcome to the club.
Anyone who could never live without Cards Against Humanity is a keeper.
Some women take classes at the Rec Center to help with that.
Cool, because my place is dirty.
Sure, that’s a worthwhile reason to date you.
What, we’re edible now?
The first step is usually admitting you have a problem, but I fail to see the problem.
She’s from Hamilton, Ontario gentlemen. If you’re a redhead from Scotland or Ireland, hop on a plane for Canada (but make sure to leave all of your socks behind).
And who could blame you?
It’s worth pointing out that she’s black. (It isn’t scientific or anything, but there are a noticeable number of black women that say they love men with red hair. It seems to be a thing.)
Wait, is that a thing? Our tears cause cancer?
Okay, that’s pretty understandable.
There are exceptions to every rule.
Um, if you’re blind… Oh, never mind, I’ll take what I can get.
I’m noticing a pattern here.
So yeah, if you’re ginger: grow a beard.
Well, Baton Rouge is pretty humid, so at least half of that is completely logical.
That’s it? You have nothing else going on in your life? Cool.
Some would say those first two are kind of redundant.
Does it really have to be your left ear?
Is there a scoring system unique to Portland that I don’t know about?
Would you believe you’re the only one who does that?
Do you develop a nervous tick of some kind?
The woman knows what she wants.
It’s hard to blame her; I wouldn’t want to date an Eagles fan either.
I’m going to assume carrot soup?
Oh, the people you’ll meet on OK Cupid.