I try hard, I really do. I workout (a lot). I eat pretty healthy (with some relapses, but give a guy a break). I am well dressed (enough to be socially acceptable). I am very clean and well groomed (most would agree). I smell good (I’m just assuming this, since I have yet to observe people slowly backing away). Also, I’m a friendly dude (fact).

The living definition of a pretty fine dad.

Well, I found my limit. In spite of my best efforts, I found a barrier that I could not cross.

My good looks alone were not enough to get by the moms staffing the high school track meet $7 admission table.