Your best friend invited you to a local bar to play wingman for your lonely ass. But they dipped and you were standing alone at the bar.

You saw a handsome man sitting by himself on bar stool and in a moment of courage you sat next to him and shoot your shot.

He laughed at you. "Sorry, but I'm not your type. I'm not nice guy. You should go to someone else." But you were determined to score him. He was the only decent man here in the sea of "broccoli boys".