The more I stare into the dark abyss of those eyes and that slightly too perfect smile, the more I find myself wondering if I'm going to be dick cheney'd out in the woods if I take her up on the camping trip offer.
Maybe not even dick cheney'd because that smile and those eyes don't say "I'll just shoot you in the back and make it quick."
They say something along the lines of pure unrestrained horror.
I'll pass.