At my favorite bar, I kept catching this guy looking at me. Finally one night he introduced himself. Then he said, “I’m not interested in playing games. I just want to get to know a pretty girl—is that so wrong?” He came across as super sweet and earnest, if a little tipsy—he said drinking helped with his shyness. It was super flattering, because he really seemed excited about going out with me. But then a week went by, and he never called. I figured we’d just catch each other at the bar. And we did. He hobbled over, blitzed out of his mind, and reintroduced himself with the same damn speech.