Would You Rather

When people ask why she didn’t date, she would just smirk, and say, ‘I like having people around.’

She was good looking, to say the least, and she knew that. She knew that she wasn’t the prettiest girl in the city, but she also knew that she was good looking enough, tall enough; slim enough to get people to check her out. She would walk on the street, and know exactly who were trying to check her out, and glare at them. She would walk into a new group people; introduce herself to the others, knowing exactly who would be interested in her.
That’s why she was never worried about male attention.

And if she walked around and told her friends how she did get her heartbroken once, nobody would ever believe her.

That’s why she never bothered to explain why she never dated. Not even to herself.