Here’s another story — I was walking through the graveyard with my Grandfather, and — on the way to visit his mother’s headstone — he stopped in front of a random stone, read the name, and laughed.
“Lykophagomenos. Do you know what that means?”
“Eaten - by - a - wolf. Someone in that family was eaten by a wolf.”
And we continued on our way.
If my entire dating profile minus my mug was “I want to be the shitty boyfriend, you dump and hate”
How fast would you date me?