I have a weird affinity for those people who catch you in the mall and try to get you to sign up for charities. I know lots of people find them intrusive, sly, annoying, whatever, but they give me flashbacks of what was a golden era for me – my days being a desperate, single, nice guy in first-year university. Nothing seemed to repel the opposite sex more than a person who telecasted “Look! I’m quirky! And I’ll treat you really respectfully!”. Nice is always a tough sell.
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