Why I shouldn't be allowed to talk to people, ever.

I've noticed that my stories seem to have a common theme.
No, not being drunk.
The theme is more along the lines of "wow, Optimus really is good at fucking up a sure thing."

Let me explain briefly:

For those of you that live under a rock, July 24-29 was Comic Con. I was there. The most notable and quite possibly dumbest thing that I did while there was to be so fucking sexy.
Here's how it happened - I was with my friends (Lazer McSanchez, Mander, Ash, Zabe, Chiodo, The King, and Cuz) at the Pokemon booth playing the new pokemon game. I noticed, being as observant as I am, two girls who had walked by the booth several times, each time checking me out. Seriously, you could see their hearts flutter every time they walked past and i smiled at them. I told Lazer, with whom I had been playing the Pokemon game, although he seemed positive that they were checking out the Pokemon, not me. I didn't believe him.
After a not-too-long while, we are forced to stop playing because we're too cool or something, so we walk to the case where the Pokemon toys are displayed. I was in the middle of explaining the two girls to Mander and Cuz when one of them walked up to me. Here's what she said - VERBATIM:
"You're the most attractive person I've ever met, and I was wondering if you would marry me." Take that, Lazer.
But that's not the end of it. Because, apparently my response was enough to invoke a walking-away-from. I still don't get it, really... what part of "I get that a lot," is upsetting?? I was pretty much thanking her for the flattery! If she'd stuck around longer, I would've said yes, but... fuck that.
Anyways, yeah, I suck at talking to people, because it always turns into how I'm better than everyone at everything.
Somehow.