OK Cupid Fails

I'm so glad you and my bone structure could get along.

I cry for you.

Where's the gift?

I'm not too fond of your face either, Jackass.

I'm not a zoo animal.

Dude, what? I can't follow your train of thought... a mile a minute, I swear.

Go eat a worm (and I wouldn't judge you for it. Much.)

Dude... stop talking.

Elitist, much?

Why did we get a divorce? And excuse me, Flatiron? I think I would've gotten a better lawyer than that.

Uh... what needs butter, exactly? Oh, who am I kidding - everything is better with butter. 

Sure.

A nationality. There's this country, United States of America, perhaps you've heard of it? Unless you wanted to get all political on me, in which case, bye.

I am both flattered and insulted that you think I go to Equinox.

Are they now?

I'm sensing that you're a little needy? And no, I'm not sure, but in this instance, I am not single.

Still haven't gotten it yet. Oh well.