If I ever get invited to have a meal with Denzel Washington and his family, I would probably be fangirling so hard at the dinner table that they'd have to call one of my friends to come pick me up and take me home. I'd be sent away with the quickness like Fantasia Barrino being ushered off stage left. I'd be a hot mess!
Douchebags of yesteryear had it easy — If he hit on some random hot model on a plane in a semi-drunken stupor, she may think him a douche and turn him down but once the big hunk of metal lands, he’s in the clear.