mple…hed guys in public — several times. Once, after a cute man made small talk with me at the mechanic, I went to my car, wrote my number on a slip of paper, went back in, and asked him if he was single. He wasn’t; he was “flattered, but married.” And since women typically respect that no means no, I thanked him for his transparency, crumpled the paper, and left. It’s that simple, guys.