#208898 - Just to be clear, I’m no doctor, in case you’re wondering. He talks animatedly, laughing and joking, and I love his crooked smile. Why do so many guys go out with their friends, hoping to pull a complete stranger? Don’t they realise how it puts people like me off approaching them? I mean, if I’m not overflowing with confidence, I’m not going to risk multiple humiliation by being given the brush-off in front of 2 or 3 of his mates, am I! Maybe the friends are a defence they can hide behind when they want to, only to emerge on ‘the hunt’ when they see a suitable prey? Whatever, eventually this young guy comes into the bar – on his own – and aside from his short ginger hair, which is not my usual turn-on, he is what I would call ‘my type’; mid-twenties, not too tall, lightly built, clean-shaven, smart dresser, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and snuggly fitting jeans, providing a none-too-discreet hint of a bulge, set slightly to his left.