When I was in college, I had a huge crush on this girl who was a major do-gooder. In one of our classes, she was trying to get people to sign up for a Habitat for Humanity trip where you helped build a house over a week. I have never done any kind of home improvement—I barely know what a wrench is! But I told her I would love to go and made up some BS about having helped my dad with stuff around the house. Once we got there, most of the work was relatively simple, but at one point someone suggested I should be in charge of the staple gun. I had no idea what I was doing and wound up stapling my shorts to the wood. Of course, she was the one who had to come over and help me detach myself…