One word:
FOOD!
Food, woman! Isn't the way to a man's heart supposed to be his stomach?!....or is that when you're still trying to snag him?? Eh, worth a try.
Oh wait!...I've got it!! You park the U-Haul where you can cover and disguise it as a room in a house. Then, you load up a wide-screen tv, couple of reclining movie-theater-style seats, mini-bar and loads of munchies....and hook up a 5-dvd player with all his favorite sports games/commentaries/montages. By the time you get to Florida, he steps out to a kinder, gentler climate and it's a done deal!
(I know that was very long and involved but I'm rootin' for ya, hon!!...all the way!!!)
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