My girlfriend and I have been dating for several months. She’s been in some bad relationships before and is worried because I’m “too nice.” She keeps wondering if I have some sort of deep, dark secret, like being a serial killer or something.

One day, I do a couple of minor repairs at her house, and that evening, she makes dinner for us.

Girlfriend: “Thank you so much for your help today.” *Sigh* “I really don’t want to find out you’re a serial killer.”

Me: “Tell you what, sweetie. I promise I’ll kill you first so you won’t find out anything.”

She hugs me.

Girlfriend: “Oh, thank you!”

She gets me.