I like to go out with a girl a couple times, and then on about the third date I like to invite her over to my apartment. But right before that third date, I take all my pictures and decorations down, put moth balls under my couch cushions and put up creepy pictures and calendars of cats all over the place. That way, when I invite her in, the place looks like it belongs to a crazy old cat lady. Hopefully at this point, in an attempt to lessen the awkwardness, she says something like, “Do you live with your grandmother?” to which I simply reply, “No. Why?”
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