Heading out for a night on the town to court some ladies!
I donned my finest XXXL Dragon Ball Z Hawaiian shirt and my cleanest pair of cargo shorts and prepared to go a-wooing!
I wander into the local discothèque and find a good spot in a corner where I can hold court with some erudite women!
I start winking and beckoning to every potential waifu who walks by, but to no avail! I even tried shouting at them from across the room! Do they not realize that I’m wearing my lucky socks???
After about 20 minutes the bouncer tells me I have to leave, because people are complaining about the smell. Apparently my viril musk was overstimulating some of the patrons…
Disgusted, I wander home. It’s just as well, with so many damned lesbians evehwhere what hope does a gentlesir have of finding true love?
Shades of Ignatius J. Reilly
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Confederacy_of_Dunces
Unironically a gigachad