True story: I’m interested in a guy. I think he’s interested in me. We go out. I think we have a good time. I say “let’s do this again,” he says “um, maybe let’s not,” then tries to soften the blow: You know how it goes: it’s not you it’s me, you’re a great person, we just didn’t click, blah blah blah blah. Among the compliments he drops in his approximately 45 paragraph long Facebook message: “You have an excellent grasp of the English language.”
I’m kinda glad that one didn’t work out.