Did He Unbutton His Pants?

“Pretty creepy, eh?”

“Why do you say that?”

“You don't think magicians are creepy?”

“Not really. It's a ridiculous and archaic form of entertainment but I wouldn't say it's creepy.”

“Huh. Most people think they're creepy.”

“Are you... Do you have a creepy fetish? Is that why you're showing me these things? Is that why you're touching me like that?”

Uhh... Is it working? Do you think I'm creepy?”

“Are you admitting that you get off on creeping women out?”

“Well, yes. It started when I was a teenager. Something about my appearance and my behavior would naturally creep out the girls. I grew to like it. That look of disgust and scorn and pity on their faces. I crave it. All I'm looking for is a relationship with a women who thinks I'm a big creep. Is that too much to ask?”

“You should be more open about what you're looking for. I feel like you would have an easier time finding someone like that online, if you're upfront about your needs.”

“You're right. You're absolutely right. Sorry. I'll take you home.”

“Not so fast. Let's go back to the mime room and I'll think about it.”