You know when I met you I couldn't see why you were having trouble pulling, I thought you were rather good looking. I thought maybe you have a secret personality problem we don't know about, or you pick your nose and eat it. I could tell however you were scared of the prospect that I might throw myself at you, as most men are (I'm sure it's just a natural fear of being flattened), so don't tell your poor female fanclub that you'd make do with anything with a pulse, cuz it's just not true!