Today, I realized that it doesn't take much for me to instantaneously fall in love. A couple of compliments on my jump shot and I'm more smitten than teenage girls with effete pop singers. She could be a murderer and an adulterer, but if she says my array of shots is Steve Nash-like, I'll fall head-over-heels.
I guess that's not a very smart thing to admit publically. I'm opening up myself to some shady manipulative female. "Hey big boy, you pass like Bob Cousy." And the next thing I know, I'm tied up in some strange apartment, stark naked, stripped of my clothes, money, and dignity.