When something is wrong with someone

We've all been there: at a strip club, a party, a business dinner, etc. There is a girl who, in your opinion, is smoking hot. But noone else seems to think so. You start wondering, "what's wrong?" No one is talking to her, or even giving her a second look. When that happens to me, the first thing I think is "what does everyone else know about her that I don't?" Next is, "is there something wrong with me? Am I wearing beer goggles, did I smoke a little weed earlier, did I not see her LB-size date a few minutes before I saw her?" Lastly, of course, "something is wrong with everyone else, and I'm getting her attention before somebody else does." That's happened to me a lot in predominantly black and hispanic clubs. The other patrons are chasing thicc girls and booty queens, so I get to enjoy all the spinners and VS-sized dancers. I was at a all pool party once back in Chicago, and was floored by a 6' MILF with an incredible body -6 pack abs, bukini model ass and legs, and great tits. I asked the host about her and was warned that she was the widow of a Chicago family button man, and made ends meet by getting sugared by the other made guys. It's truly shocking how many of those guys lived in suburban DuPage County. Finally, I was at a bar in Monroe, LA after Hurricane Katrina. There was an incredible brunette, just a perfect 10 sitting in a booth by herself. The bar was packed, probably mostly evacuees like myself, and there were no empty barstools or other tables. After getting a beer, I asked if I could sit in the booth until her friends showed up or a barstool opened up. She was alone. She was a model and said guys were usually too intimidated to talk to her. I had a blast with her for the two weeks I was in Monroe. She wanted me to stay, I almost wanted to stay, but my job and life were in New Orleans and Monroe was waaaay too country for me. Just a note - the mob widow would have just edges out the catalog model on muscle tone and being a natural redhead; but I like not having my legs broken. That was actually the second - no, the third pro/semi-pro model I dated.