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It's been a whole month since your and John's little brotime excursion, and you are ready to tear your hair out by the roots.
John “Blushing Virgin” Egbert can't take a motherfucking hint.
You've utilized every kind of innuendo your excessively overactive brain could fathom. You've insinuated, teased, mocked, and outright propositioned Egbert on just about every outing (each with various degrees of exclusivity and romantic atmosphere, from a group minigolf excursion to candlelit dinner dates), and he continues to be the thickest of oblivious dolts.
You cannot even think of a proper metaphor for how unbelievably obtuse he is.