Freedomfries is single because every conversation somehow turns into a 45-minute rant about something nobody asked about, delivered with the confidence of a man holding a propane tank at a barbecue. He flirts like he’s arguing in a Facebook comment section, thinks “debate me” is foreplay, and somehow manages to make “hey beautiful” sound politically aggressive. Deep down he probably means well, but by the time he finishes explaining his opinion on literally anything, the other person has already escaped through a bathroom window.