This all reminds me of two stories... (Sorry, life's that dull that I'm going to have story time.)
The first was of a friend I had in my younger years. He was classically good looking. Well put together face, worked out a lot, so he was cut. Clean, nice clothes...
He did horribly with women. It was because he viewed them as a group(other than his friends). "Do women like this? Do they like cupcakes? Do they like kittens? What music do they listen to?" He consistently failed because he couldn't understand that he'd have to approach them all as individuals.
The second story...
I am generally a pretty tough person, and not easy to win over romantically. I'm picky with both appearances and personality, and while I can be won over, its generally going to take some 'getting to know you' time.
I was living with my first son's father at the time. We had a miserable relationship. I was coming home from work, and I'd stopped at the store to get dinner. I walked in to him screaming at me for being ten minutes past what he expected. He had games to play! I walked into the house a little further. He had friends over. Joy. So I was getting chewed out in front of others, too.
And then there was a strange face on the couch. An angelic face. Messy long hair, bean pole, button up shirt left open. He waved at me and smiled, despite the fact I was being told off(maybe because of it?). Said something bubbly and goofy. I could feel the airheadedness rolling off of him. I physically choked up.
"I gotta go back to the store."
"What the **** do you mean you gotta go back to the store? I got **** to do!" my ex carried on.
I ran away.
I was afraid I'd have proposed on the spot otherwise.