One-ninety, but I can still look down on most people.
"My BMW was in the garage -- don't believe what they say about dependable, I may have to get rid of that POS -- so I took the bus to see if that was better than temporarily getting a lease or rental."
"It's not like I have social phobia, but most people are dreadfully uninteresting that I rather spend time with a good book."
There's no reason to mention your income (why do men divulge all that information without asking what a woman needs to know that for?) and you could also have a trust fund or other supplementary income from all the romance novels you're writing under a pseudonym.
Yes, and you blew that by getting all serious and eager.
Oh, dear Beelzebub, how autistic can you be? You really asked her that? And she still wanted a second date?
Oh really? You talked about your skin problems too, eh? On a first date? You don't have any filters, do you?
You're looking for a Mommy, she figured she could handle it, but your autism was too strong.