Sometimes I wonder how people managed to hook up before apps. It blows my mind that two people could meet at a bar, slip in some pickup lines and all that. Gross.

I prefer being hit on with a side of digital shame, please.

Maybe back in medieval times, women wore different colored pheasant corpses on their hats to signify whether they were ripe and randy or not. Blue plumage for ripe and randy and purple plumage for not, than you very much.

Medieval times were not great times to be a bird.