So, I was at the beach the other day, trying to get my tan on, you know, soaking up that vitamin D like a lizard on a hot rock. And I noticed something... the beach is basically a giant, open-air dating app, but with more sand and less swiping. You've got your classic archetypes, right? There's the guy who's clearly been working out since the last ice age, flexing in his speedo like he's auditioning for Baywatch. And then there's the woman, perfectly posed, sunglasses on, looking like she stepped out of a magazine. They're practically radiating "I'm available, and I'm fabulous." But then, you see the little cherubs, right? The winged babies with arrows. Apparently, Cupid's got a summer job at the beach, and his aim is… well, let's just say it's a little more chaotic than a toddler with a water gun. I saw this one guy, totally minding his own business, probably contemplating the existential dread of sand in his shorts. And BAM! Arr...
