Every time a new guy would come up to me and immediately inform me that he wanted me to go out with him because he thought I was so beautiful, I would think what a jerk he was, choosing people by their looks. And I was right.
Every now and then I would say something about how one day a guy was going to ask me what I wanted or what I thought, and I would faint from shock. They would just look at me, puzzled, wondering why they should care what I want or think.
Every time a new guy would come up to me and immediately inform me that he wanted me to go out with him because he thought I was so beautiful, I would think what a jerk he was, choosing people by their looks. And I was right.
Every now and then I would say something about how one day a guy was going to ask me what I wanted or what I thought, and I would faint from shock. They would just look at me, puzzled, wondering why they should care what I want or think.