“My name is John Daxly. I’m a Southern gentleman at heart and I like to open doors for women. I’ve been raised to always, always pay for dinner. I’m in the Army and I love my country…” “Stop. It’s already a no.” “Hm?” “Oh, I’m sorry, I meant Hell no.” I laugh at his confused expression. “Why?” “First of all, your writing style is way too simple. What are you? Five years old?” “Hey… I thought—” “Oh, and you sound so fuckin...