You will have to go to The Bilerico Project on Thursday at noon to read my response to the following:
Dear Father Tony:
My problem is sweat. I dread going on a first date because I know I will sweat right through my undershirt, shirt, jacket, whatever. After I sit down I'm afraid to get up because my back is like a river and my ass is drenched. Antiperspirant does nothing.
The worst is when I finally meet a guy I've been chatting with. It's only natural to give a hug instead of a handshake and it always makes them jump back a little and wipe off their hands. Gross.
Is there some way to psychologically turn off the nerves and the waterworks?