Gt the number of this cutie from okc, had some good sexual and comfort banter over text today. Then, totally out of the blue and out of context:
Her: send me your pic. My friend wants to know what you look like lol
Me: alright, you too love. Gotta make sure you're not a stalker

. (prob shoulda made her work more for it here)
Me: phones on low batt, can't open my pics, lol. I'll send it later when I'm home. (this was true, but I didn't intend to send it later)
Her: your phone sucks
Me: I prefer the term"rides the short bus to school"
Her: ah. Lol. What kind of car do you drive?
Me (figuring this is a shit test): the bat mobile. You?
Her: ha.
Me: I get the feeling you don't believe me
Her: I don't
Me: ok ok fine, you got me. I drive seven ferraris, one for each day of the week
Her: -_-
Me: you sure are interested in the type of car I drive
Her: I like cars, lol
Me (believing her): lol, ok. On that case I drive a 2000 Honda accord, the fuel gauge of which can almost never be trusted
Her: live with rents, roomies, or alone? Any pets?
Me: I feel like I'm being interviewed here, lol
Her: they're things Id like to know
And thats where it is now. WTF?? She responded negatively to my silly answers to what I thought were her shit tests, so maybe she's being serious...? But before this the convo felt organic and natural. Now it feels like she's grilling me like she's planning to gold dog on me.
How would you handle this?