and this was one of my finer moments

I think i've figured out why i'll never, ever find a boyfriend:

My pickup lines. They suck.

As can be seen in this wonderful exchange:

"Hey Kyle!! I see you spilled something on your shirt!"

"What?"

"Your shirt... water? or something..."

"Oh. That's probably sweat. My back's probably all sweaty too."

"No kidding; it's hot outside. I hate myself."