This is a very easy explanation: Here are THE options: 1) The great majority of guys look at a very beautiful lady and the first thought which comes to mind is something like this: "I'm just an average guy. She'll never go out with me." WRONG attitude men. OR "She MUST have 50 guys chasing her!" WRONG thought men. I'm telling each and every guy who reads this answer about dating a beautiful lady: NEVER, EVER count yourself out before you even try. The very worst answer you'll receive is, "I'm sorry. I'm with someone." OR a flat-out, "No". Other than in love and romance, "No" never hurt anyone. AND since this is the first time you approached the lady, how could this possibly be considered "love and romance"? One of my mentors taught me this: SW3 - N! Some Will. Some Won't. So What. Next! EDIT: Sorry, I had to close I had to close the Resource Center at the hospital where I do my volunteer work. To continue: Let's look at this from my perspective a not-so-good-looking man - with a little "twist": "Beauty IS in the eye of THE beholder!" AND I AM "THE beholder". Since my divorce, I always loved dating more mature ("older") beautiful ladies. I'll admit our age difference was 6 to 8 years with me, the younger. I was with one of these ladies at a very popular suburban Philadelphia nightclub. We were having a WONDERFUL time! Dancing, holding hands, having a few drinks, laughing, chatting, etc. The club was crowdeed. The only table we could get was a "deuce" - a slightly oblong table with chairs facing each other. Lady L. leaned over the table and said in a sort-of whisper, "Don't turn around, but there's a guy who hasn't taken his eyes off me since we walked in the door." I said to her, "IF I got up and went to the restroom, I BET he would be sitting i8n my seat as soon as I was out of sight. Bet?" Gritting her teeth and talking through them, she said, "Don't you dare. I don't need that kind of man sitting in your seat, bothering me - doing his best to hang all over me and pick me up." I said, "You should be flattered there's someone else in this place whose paying attention to you besides me. I BET if I went up to him and asked if he was jealous, he would probably say, 'yes'. Wanna bet?" She said, "No. I just don't feel comfortable. I feel as though I'm being undressed." I said, "I'm the one who's flattered! 'Cause I KNOW I have THE MOST beautiful lady in this place - and in all of Springfield - on MY arm." She kicked me in the shin and said, "Come on. Let's get out of here." AND that's the way I think of it when people stare at the lady I happen to be with at that time. A 2nd tale: Through the 26 years I worked in the food and beverage business, as one of the "benefits" of working in the business, one of my observations was and continues to be ALMOST EVERY bar and club I went to has "a resident drunk". This is a lady or a man who can be considered almost as a "fixture" or part of the decor. About 99% of the time I went into a particular bar or club, I ALWAYS noticed the same person was there - sitting at the bar. If he or she wasn't there when I arrived, it wasn't long before he or she showed-up. I was a member of another club. At this club, "Ralph" was "the resident drunk". He was harmless. He never bothered me or the lady I was with. Other than saying, "Hello Ralph! How are ya?" - I never had too much to do with him. I was at the 2nd club with another beautiful lady. Ralph was there, too. I was on my way back to our table when he pulled me aside. He said to me, "I don't know how the devil you do it, man. What's your secret?" I KNOW the look I had was like "a deer caught in the headlights". I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. He said, "Awwwww come on, man! You know what I mean, dontcha?" I said, "Ralph, if you tell me what you're asking about, maybe I'll give you an answer." He said, "You really don't know what I'm talkin' about, do you?" I said a simple, "No.". Ralph asked, "Do you think you're good lookin'?" I replied, "No, not at all." He asked, "How the hell does an ugly guy like you end-up with a good-lookin' broad (I WON'T use the word he used) like dat?" When he said the word "dat", he sort-of motioned with his head in the direction of the lady I was with. I leaned over and sort-of whispered in his ear BUT it wasn't such a whisper so everyone in the immediate area could hear what I was about to say. "First of all, she's not a "broad". She never was a broad. She'll never be a broad. 2nd: Because she is a lady, she earned the right and deserves to be treated with ALL the respect and attention I can possibly give her. It's part of the way I was raised and taught." Ralph asked, "Who taught you how to do that stuff?" I said, "My parents, grandparents and all my aunts and uncles." "Was it all at the same time???" I said, "Nope, but it was over a lifetime. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back with my date." And I walked away. When I got back to our table, I was asked, "What was that all about?" I replied, "It was about Y-O-U - YOU! Ralph needed a little lesson in manners and etiquette. What would you like to do?" AND in my opinion that's the way I look at it. To me it's nothing short of flattery. AND until and unless someone describes anything different, it will always be considered flattery. Thanks for asking your Q! I enjoyed answering it! VTY, Ron Berue Yes, that is my real last name! Sources: My wonderful family! Some observations and opinions. "THE University of Hard Knocks" Also known as [“a/k/a”] “life’s valuable lessons”.