Okay, long story short I met a HB9.2 a couple days ago. Did a bit of text game, conversation as follows:
'You get home okay?
' (I said this cause her friends ditched her so she walked home alone, didnt ask for her to come back to mine, I thought I'd take it slow)'Yeah thank you, I was ditched but managed to get in around the 2:30 mark xxx' 10:04
'Hey, ive been thinking... want to rob a bank with me?' 12:54
'Haha sure why not, any particular branch in mind?'
'Its a Natwest. Sortcode 60-17-12. Are you shooting are driving?'
'Good HSBC might disable my student account if I rob them :/ I'll drive my aim is aweful! Plus I like fast cars! X'
'Oh a badass huh? Afterwards lets fly to Vegas, get married, argue about our third kids name, develop a gambling problem and grow old, lonely and depressed... x' 13:16
'Hahaha wow seems like you've got it all mapped out, not a fan of working class, 2.5 kids and a white picket fence? X' 14:32
'2.5? How are we going to have a half child? Haha. Is it going to be 2 normal children and a midget or a normal one and a giant
Id say the vegas life style seems more fun dont you think? x' 16:17Me again: 'Haha, my fancy dress is pretty awesome' 20:03
Then sent photo: 20:54
'Haha dear god' 14:31
Grrrr. She was being so receptive to imagination and it was working really well but then guess she took it the wrong way. Any suggestions for what next?