Danny Franco

Danny started off normal. Funny, decent style, talked a big game about being a “recovering f-boy.” We got tacos, vibes were cool—for like 20 minutes. Then he pulls out his phone and FaceTimes a girl named Rachel at the table. Says, “Yo, see? I told you I could pull someone cuter than you.” I sat there blinking like an NPC. He laughs and goes, “Haha, I’m just kidding, she’s my bestie.”
Not even two bites into my taco, he’s explaining polyamory (unprompted) and telling me he doesn’t believe in birthdays. Like… existentially. Then he said, “You got hella masculine energy. That’s hot, but dangerous.” Sir?? Ended the date early, he didn’t walk me to my car “cause the vibes were off.” Next morning he texted, “We should have hate sex.” Blocked so hard my phone got arthritis.