Why do I always attract white men who want to repel, climb, and flip off of things on our first date? Why do we have to die on our first date, Chad? It’s Black History Month, I don’t have Obamacare and you want to go mountain biking and foraging on Saturday afternoon. Why can’t we ease into the extreme adventures? Can we go to the park, maybe Starbucks, try some Baklava or catch a movie? Why do I have to rent shin and wrist pads to hang out with you? Stop it, Chad.