We chatted over the topic of girlfriends over a cup of ice-blended lychee. He told me that he didn’t attract “those” type of girls, glancing over and prompting me to look at a girl behind me. That girl he was looking at was what he called the “clubber” type.
“Maybe they find me boring,” he said. But almost immediately, he added, “they like to talk about interesting things — things I don’t find interesting.”