All names have been changed for the privacy of my RL friends.

Backstory: Once a month there is a public meet of the Doctor Who club where anyone is free to come to. We sometimes have awesome people come along.... sometimes we have the not-so-awesome... and then there are the types that you mostly see only frequent conventions (you KNOW the types I mean).
I have a central group of friends within this club (we meet outside of the club to go to the movies and socialise, that sort of thing). Anyways, a new guy appears this month and after awkwardly coming onto me for a solid half hour (despite the fact I kept dropping hints I was VERY unavailable) and pressing his number on a few of us, my friends and I excuse ourselves to go and get coffee across the street. Then this conversation happened:

Tony: Well, I see you scored his number.

John: I scored it too! :D

Me: Ugh. Why do you think I was flashing round my engagement ring like no tomorrow?

Tony: Oh, doubt he noticed.

Me: Why do all the creepy guys latch onto me every time?

John: You've just got that vibe.

Me: I've got a 'Please-Creep-On-Me' vibe?

John: Yeah, you look all sweet and innocent but you would do kinky stuff too.

Me: Whaaaaaaaaat?

Tara: Like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, but it would in another orifice.

Tony: Like your nose.

Me: [laughs] Oh my God, I'm so writing this down, this is hilarious.