I was never the guy at the bar who hit on every woman there. I had friends who were like that. Quantity over quality. Sorry, that’s an offensive and pretty disgusting way to look at the dating scene. But I couldn’t deny it “worked” for those guys, who, more often than not, would leave our group of guy friends at some point in the night to go home with a woman in order to chase the excitement of a new “conquest,” a woman interested in being—or a woman willing to be—partner to a brief physical engagement.