I’m in Imperial County, California, and yeah—pizza is part of the plan. If you can’t handle my cheesy jokes, that’s probably a mismatch, plain and simple.
Cool. We can trade puns, talk, and keep it light—though I’ll admit, I’m kinda picky about who gets my sense of humor.
Anyway, which slice we start with matters less than the vibe—cheers for sharing something edible while we see how the conversation lands.
And if the jokes don’t land for you, no worries… we just won’t force it. Pizza first, puns right after—keep it mutual, keep it chill.
