He didn't meet an unusual number of girls in the course of his day, no. More than he was used to, kind of, even a year and a half after discharge - there'd been a few female soldiers he'd known, but none in his Group, and he'd gotten used to being around a lot of guys with relatively few women.

He can't say he's sad to be back where he can see some nice girls, though, and maybe meet them, too.

And this one was calling him. He hadn't completely freaked her out with his idiocy, she didn't think he was some kind of serial killer or anything like that, or she wouldn't have chosen to call him, not when it was really easy to find any kind of repairman if you just opened the Yellow Pages. Maybe he hadn't been as stupid as he'd thought he had, which would be a nice change. But the request was- well, a little weird, not gonna lie. Asking for help, sure, offering payment, totally, but dinner? That kind of went... weird. "Ahhhuhh- fff- sure, I can do that, I guess," he answered, once again sounding really stupid as he blathered for a minute before finding actual words. Running a hand through his hair to kind of push it out of his face gave him a brief moment to pull himself back together again. "Dinner's not- dinner's not necessary, that'd be too much paying. Unless you're light on cash?"

Maybe it made sense as a kind of barter?