Is there a way to get around tedious small talk when meeting women?
This reader’s old friends from college drink all the time, smoke up storms, and are general disasters. What gives?
Playing with fire, son.
At least he won’t have to wear a hideous dress.
Or, perhaps… in addition to.
It’s not me man, it’s you.
Land, ho! Now don’t get drunk and sleep together on it.
Wait. Hang on. There’s a good reason here.
Avoid at all costs? Or confront some jealousy?