This Guy's an Idiot

This guy here is bitching and moaning re: being without female companionship for an extended period of time, which is something I'm a BIT of an expert on.  But then he has a bitter thing to say about "how we met" stories:

It’s pretty hard to reverse engineer a meet-cute. These things either happen or they don’t. If you were really serious about it, you could probably arrange for, say, an errant shopping cart to go charging off in someone's direction and then you could rush up behind it saying, "Sorry, sorry!" and that’s how you'd meet, but then you’d have to live with yourself for the next 50 years or so, knowing that, basically, you're Elmer Fudd. Sometimes when a radiant single lady comes floating along the sidewalk like a dream, I think about stopping her. But I never would. It just seems as intrusive as a catcall—or an errant shopping cart. I might as well be passing out handbills for a shady-sounding sample sale.

What? What's the problem?  After all, if meeting women via shopping cart is cool enough for The Fonz, shouldn't it be good enough for this asshole?  Come the fuck on!