At some point after all the dates were over, Barry and this dusty-ass voicemail would be getting a text:

I am so sorry, but you might need to break out the hand soap. Now that it's over, I have definitely decided to leave you for some old dude with tattoos and a bard that probably has a disturbing amount of puffy pants in his closet.

And, god, she hoped he would know she was totally joking, but, clearly, this was a risk she was willing to take.