In a relationship scene where everybody hides behind phones, he made a decision to be bold and risk rejection—with every girl he met

It is a night friday. I am shooting pool in a crowded club whenever a blonde walks in, triggering that many primal of instincts: me personally. Want. Her.

Typically we’d suppress the urge to approach. Perhaps it is because i am lame—or a complete wuss—but straight-up hitting on ladies appears uncouth in my opinion.