You know, I’m thinking the apocalypse may not be so bad.
You ever hear of the “office hot” phenomenon (where the attractiveness of someone increases due to a limited pool of people?)
I’m thinking that even if I get banged up a little, as long as I survive impending doom, I might just become “apocalypse hot”.
Suddenly being one of the last men on earth doesn’t sound so bad.
“If I was one of the last men on earth, would you…?”
— wouldn’t be such a taboo question to ask ladies you just met.