Right, guys, that dreaded day is here again, the day when lovers, boyfriends, sweethearts — call them by any name, the suffering’s the same! — are assessed, weighed, measured (er, well, not exactly ‘measured’, thank heavens). And if you’re single, the day when that ‘babe’ you’ve been eyeing decides whether she’s going to bestow on you the privilege of her affections. And other privileges, hopefully.
What are the passing criteria, you ask? That’s a moving target, dudes. But even in the general darkness you’re groping in (ha, ha, Freudian, that), surely there must be some pointers, you say?
