If you’re as good at cuddling as you’re good looking, I’m signing myself up on the waitlist for a date.
I would absolutely love to swap bodily fluids with you.
Dinner first, or can we go straight for dessert?
If beauty were time, you’d be eternity.
Excuse me, do you have a band-aid? Cause I scraped my knee falling for you.
Are you my appendix? Because this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.
Two truths and a lie! Go!
Cheesy chat-up line, gif war or blind date?
I’d say you’re the bomb, but that could turn into lethal conversation…
Hey, I’m writing an article on the finer things in life and I was hoping I could interview you.
Hello *pretends to be a waiter* – Here’s your icebreaker garnished with a little bit of awkwardness.
Forget hydrogen. You should be the number one element!
On a scale from 1 to 10, you’re a 9 and I’m the 1 you need.
On a lazy Sunday: Netflix all day, getting lost in a museum, or cuddling with me?
Congratulations. You matched with the nerdiest (or any other self-depricating adjective) guy on Tinder. To celebrate you’re awarded a drink at your bar of choice.
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