Where did I messed up in this text convo?

I was doing some daygame in a mall when I spotted a cute blond in the foodcourt, she was writing in some notepad alone. I immedialy sat down and told her that she had a cute face. She liked, we started to have some fun (I could tell we had a similar sense of humor). I noticed that she kinda got nervous, like in the Alex way where they don't know what to do. I guess she was concerned about the impression she was making.

She started to put her pursef on her bag and 10 minutes later she said she had to go even though we were having a funny conversation. I got her number and texted later that day. She only replied on tuesday but I could tell it was because she was busy (whatsapp show the last login time, she didn't log in sunday or monday, I got her # saturday)

Me: spy, let the IRS know that I already paid all my taxes -tradingbr (I joked that she was writing in a notepad because she was spying on people, I accused her of being from the IRS)

Her:  hmm, I don't know, you must owe something to justify yourself

Me: I'm not the one who works saturday, sunday and on holidays. trying to pay off all your debt?

Her: haha I'm trying to get rich

Me: nice, gold digging time. I'm need to do some shopping in Miami anyway

Her: haha, if you are going to gold dig at least go to Europe dear, not Miami :)

Me: I'm not interested in Amsterdam as much as you :P

Her: ok, got it, you are the consumerist type but I would prefer gaudi, maybe Barcelona maybe madrid

Me: I'm going to take you to australia with me

Her: 

Her: no, you won't :)

Me: oh yeah, I forgot you got banned from australia from excessive affection towards koala puppies

Her: hahahahah, your funny (and crazy as well) something that became clear when you approached me in the mall ha, I just need to know if you are the harmless crazy or the dangerous type 

Her: In that day I couldn't tell because you had your poker face on (I told her I play poker)

Me: I'm only dangerous to steers from *brazilian meat cow brand from funny commercial*, to them I'm wanted dead or alive

Her: lol

Me: what about you, are you normal or are you a hannibal lecter that analyses people and them serves them on a stick in grand beach? (she told me she is a psicologist and she also did some cold reads on me)

Her: that you will never know :). and if I were I wouldn't go through the trouble of going to the grand beach, I would sell in this city, outside a club or in a card game house. Can you imagine your poker friends eating meat sticks from an innocent blond?

Me: ah, they would go crazy getting bluffed by a blond. I can tell you something, I have met a lot of serious people, you are fun and you make me laugh, I like that. (I felt that she was resisting because she needed more qualification and comfort)

Her: you think I'm fun until you see me in a bad mood, then I want to see you keep liking it

Me: yeah, everybody has a bad day. I got to go now, have a good night

next day

Me: nothing like waking up with a dog barking in my ear

Her: it can always be worse, no matter what, it could be funk music, the neighbor breaking the walls, don't complain :P

Me: the funk is on fridays, I got some neighbors who play it really loud but I like where I live, what about you? (I was trying to decrease all the joking and build some comfort to get through her resistances)

Her: me too, I live next to x, its calm here

Me: I really want to live in Australia, maybe I will even create some kangurus in my backyard

Her: Why australia?

Me: I like the wheater, the beaches and the accent. What place would you like to live?

7 hours later

Me: ...? (Todd recommends using this when they don't reply, does this txt suck?)

Anyway, I think i want too rapport mode when trying to build the comfort and lost some of the fun. Or maybe did I make some other mistake? I would appreciate feedback here.