Perhaps if you’re of the ilk who spends your days slutting that bussy out in parking lots it does. Mark’s made clear many times that unfortunately the one classically “dude” interests he has is cars. I’ve no doubt he was buying an artisanal oat bowl or some chia shit and saw the car in a parking lot. Because he doesn’t have a real job, he walked over and did his kitschy, small-town-conservative-gay-in-the-big-city small talk thing. Then, later the same day, after he ate said oat or chia bowl, he took a picture of a big house he saw on a walk with Olive near his corporate chic apartment complex in a neighborhood he can only ever really afford to live adjacent to, but never actually in.
He’s pathetically average in terms of personality, albeit conventionally attractive with a thickie hanging beneath those Pair of Thieves boxer briefs. Like, because of his upbringing he’s conditioned to only explore his sexuality by jerking off to Shawn Mendes’s wikifeet page before anyone sneaks in. I get the vibe that he’s not actually intimate in person with that many people, which might be why he struggles to stay in a relationship.
Perfectly nice person, but no longer built for the internet game.
