Why do the women in my life torment me so?

Apparently the thought of me wooing women incapacitates people into fits of laughter.

. . .

And to clarify the flowers post: I have no interest in beanya, she has no interest in me. We're just connected enough at the social fringes of our respective circles to really confuse people ("How did those two meet? What's going on?!") to make things fun.