I have entered into the anti-girl phase of guyhood. My behavior is replete with symptoms. I meet an attractive girl and I have two things running through my mind: "Let me see your curriculum vitae and a medical history report and then we'll talk."
You'd be surprised how unromantic questionnaires can be.
If my thoughts were discovered, I would reply, "On used cars, you get the carfacts. On girls, you get the girlfacts"
"So I'm a used car now?"
With all sincerity, yes.
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