the big sick: jizzwand has a blunt question.

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 don’t even have words except “I have a question” or “Can I ask you something” are the most dreaded stereotypical dating app openers EVER. You know it’s like a door with fire on the other side. Don’t open that shit. Your face will melt.



JizzWand: I know this isn't breaking news or anything but you are absolutely gorgeous queen. I have a blunt question if you're curious?

me: Hey! What steam games do you play? I play Minecraft, WoW, Stardew Valley, Graveyard Keeper, Don't Starve, and I stream Sims 4.

JizzWand: I'm on my ps5 mostly, been bouncing back n forth between MWZ, ronin, fallout 4 and spiderman 2

JizzWand: You completely ignored my first message btw 🤔


me: My question is more important than yours.

JizzWand: Yes ma'am.


me: Since you don't play any of the games I do, we done. Thanks!

JizzWand: I'm sorry. Am I not attractive to you

**(my "About me" section):** Autistic girls exist! I'm just looking for someone who wants to play Steam games, or local peeps for coffee and non-creepy friendship. My ideal for both... kind, reliable, and a good speller. Sizeist and ableist people fuck right off. Extremely nocturnal! Take me for late night drives and philosophical chats!

JizzWand: This is attractive to me.

me: Not endless texts with people who aren't gonna game with me. I'm autistic, I want to play Minecraft, goodbye.





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