Cheesy chat-up lines are just the first of our evolved mating rituals. But what are they all for? Helen Thomson turns Cupid to find out A TALL, handsome, stranger approaches me at the bar. For a fleeting moment I wonder if he may be "the One". Then he opens his mouth: "I may not be Fred Flintstone but I can sure make your bed rock." Cringing inwardly, I smile and walk in the opposite direction.
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