Frankly Wade's luck with women was pretty abysmal. Oh the 'hi, I'm dying' line had worked on occasion, but that was too easy. It was like baiting a fish hook with the most scrumptious worm available. Thus. Boring.
And it got old when you didn't start actually you know dying
"I'm getting there!"
To Pinkie, he said, "Darn tooting! Lets go on a ride and throw up." He grabbed her hand, and dragged her towards one of those spinny gravity rides. The ones that don't strap you in.