The ongoing saga of my somewhat silly friend’s love life

Despite having been on several dates with a perfectly attractive, nice young man who has many interests in common with her, buys her dinner and compliments her ears she remains obsessed with the mental case who can’t seem to work out what a date is. He is, admittedly, quite charming in many ways but has dropped many worrying hints about other girls he has been on dates with (OK, she’s been dating too, but she’s usually polite enough not to mention it) and still hasn’t attempted to get into her panties.
In my book, not trying to get into a girl’s panties by date three shows that you are either a homosexual trawling for a new fag hag, a slightly bored insecure playboy who likes having fawning girls around even if he doesn’t find them attractive, or a terrified, if lovestruck, idiot. For some reason she thinks he is the latter, and even more bizarrely she thinks that this is a good thing. Silly, silly girl.