Yeah, keeping whole books categorizing your girlfriends and/or ex-girlfriends, either existent -- or more likely, and even creepier, nonexistent -- that wouldn't be weird at all.

Totally within the realm of normal behavior.

[The corners of his mouth twitch in a way he can't control, and then he just laughs. It's not actually mocking laughter, it's pretty good-natured, and bubbles out of him in a way that suggests he hasn't done as much laughing lately as he should.]

Okay, you're totally awkward and weird in way I can identify with. [And Tucker's been warned about the creepy stuff. If Kid Q eventually loses her cool, breaks her oath, and deages him to infancy, it's on Tucker's own head.] It's a shame, because it'll probably just make me sad when Kid inevitably punts you out an airlock, but you've been warned. That's all I can do.

[Dipper waves a hand vaguely.]

I'm Dipper. Dipper Pines.