Having taken myself (er, theoretically) off the market, three of 'em ask me out. I never get this shit when I'm actually looking. I'm, er, on the rougher side of things looks-wise, so it's not like I get ogled in the streets. So why all the interest all of a sudden. Here are my theories:
- It's January. A disproportionate number of people break up in December, and so there are desperate singletons out there with lowered standards.
- I'm an incurable flirt, especially when I'm not remotely into someone. Actual interest in someone makes me go all stuttery, whereas my best friend and I have already planned our kids names. Perhaps I'm leaving the 'flirt' on autopilot?
- My wardrobe has improved recently.
- The greater part of attractiveness is attitude, and when I'm not shitting myself about exams/generic teen angst I actually hold myself pretty well. Unless I'm wearing a suit. Eww.
- My friends are instructing people to ask me out to boost my confidence.
One of them though has offered to pay for a meal, presumably to increase the chances of my saying yes. It's a free lunch... and there's little I won't do for a free lunch. So, what's a gentleman to say?
Thanks for the offer to hang out. Would love to. Mind if I bring someone? x
What? I'm a guy. Freeeeeeeee fooooooooooooooood. Only problem is the possibility of high levels of swank and lack of suitable attire. My, erm 'style guru' (FV) assures me that one cannot go wrong with a crisp white shirt and dark jeans.
I offer the counter claim that she sometimes goes to the supermarket in her pajamas.
Still, I have had a haircut as per her instructions. Might as well just hand in my testicles now, mightn't I?
