DC students sabotage their chances at ever touching a woman again.

Jentz points to Moniello. “He’s been an author.”

Moniello grins. “I’ve written a few books.”

Books, plural? At age 22?

“Hey, you only have a couple of minutes to make an impression,” Moniello continues. “So if you have to save a baby seal from an oil spill in Alaska, you have to save a baby seal.”

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If the wingman is the least bit interested in the sidekick girl, he’ll signal that to his partner-in-crime and include himself in the lie.

“You can’t assume that every girl with a wingman is ugly,” Moniello says. “She may be very attractive. If she is, then me and Jay own all the Ben & Jerry’s in the Northeast.”

Etc. An insipid story in the Post’s informal series of vacuous puff pieces aimed at portraying young people as soulless sex fiends, it’s incredibly sad that it was featured with a photo at the top of the Post’s website rather than buried in the armpit of the style section, where it belongs.