Josh

Yeah.

I mean, it's just it just sucks because I really like her and I haven't told her that I like her yet.

I just I know that she likes me as well.

You know, so how do you know?

I mean, she came over to my place.

Usually we always go with a team to get some sports bar or something like that.

Usually we see each other in a group setting, but when I kind of just casually asked her, hey, do you want to go to my place?

And she said yes right away.

I kind of thought at that moment, okay, I think this is going to maybe the next level, wherever this may be.

How messy was your place, though?

You say that you warned her and you said post-apocalyptic, but are we talking about mold on things?

Kitty litter on the floor?

Now that I think about it, I did have a box of pizza out from last week.

I feel like this whole conversation started with the big red flag and you keep making it sound so sweet by saying, but I told her, though.

You can only get away with so much.

I mean, look, if it's the if it's my hideous apartment, you know, everything pretty much like, you know, messy everywhere.

The pizza boxes and, you know, I had like Gatorade bottles.

It's pretty gross, Josh.

And that's going to be horrible.

You know, that's going to be like the worst of the worst.