With which one do you want to try.

I take some steps out of the group toward her :

"Hello! I'd like to know about you."

She diverts my gaze, and take a glance at the three others above my shoulder, shaken, speechless.

I continue :

"Oh it's the youngest smart-looking one you incline to, the mysterious rough type".
"But too bad he's already got a Dulcinea, but these two here are free".

(They look like dressed vegetables)

She begins to wiggle and i interpret it :

"Oh don't pick by the look, do you think we would be talking to you if we had choosen by the look".

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That's why guys like me never walk in the light.
At a direct, clear question most people want to escape, even though facing no danger except to assume their own opinions, then they hang on to the stereotype of cute and desirable (anihilating their own selves to the dictated norms), the categorization is deeply ingrained in unconscious persons.
At the great loss of the most interesting kind, the Outcasts.

"Satan, are they dumb!"
Give them their own medicine and laugh at your own stupidity.