I’m genuinely intrigued. What would occur if, by some stroke of luck, you managed to secure a date with me? Merely the idea of sitting across from me at dinner is sufficient to elicit an involuntary release. However, deep down, you must realize it wouldn’t end favorably.
From my perspective, the outcome is crystal clear. Tears streaming down your face as you confront the harsh reality of denial. Bereft of any semblance of hope of ever attaining true manhood or deserving love. So, I ask you, will you accept the honor of being my Valentine?
