How The Wimp Dates
An excerpt from a column I just posted, responding to a question from a guy who'd do anything to avoid possibly enduring 11 seconds of feeling like crap (if rejected) and asking a girl out:

If a hunter approached eating the way you approach dating, he'd sit in his truck sipping hot chocolate, sighing, "I really wish a deer would shoot himself in the head, wrap himself in a tarp, and use his remaining energy to bind himself to my bumper."

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