"I hate guys, actually," She said with disgust in her voice and a distant look in her eyes.
"Does that include me?" I incredulously inquired.
Her attention came back to me lightly. "No... You're..."
"Not like other guys?"
"Yeah, I guess that's it. You're nice. Stop messing with your hair; it's turning me on."
I smiled in my bashful manner, and for once didn't feel like my grin was betraying me.