Introducing The Artist. Yes, he's an artist, but so much more. He's a writer, fluent in French, a car expert, and enjoys wearing a thin leather cord around his neck, with what appears to be a spear hanging from it.
After a sophomoric compliment about riding me, it goes like this:
Me: Thank you. Strange but sweet.
The Artist: not strange, but funny. It's my acerbic wit. sorry.
Me: No I get it. Funny. (It wasn't. I was being nice.)
The Artist: Oh good. I'm glad. I can freak people out with my humor sometimes.
Me: Hello. I'm a comic.
The Artist: This is true. I forgot. I write comedy, so there's that.
Of course you also write comedy, The Artist, because you can DO IT ALL! I bet he menstruates too.