"I don't think it was all the chicks, dude." Rory said incredulously. "Just chicks that liked emo bands. So... depressed chicks. And goths. And honestly, I don't think you'd want a chick like that anyway, given your tastes." Rory didn't add that he thought it was going to take a lot more than glasses to make chicks throw themselves at him, given his condition. "Agreed. There are much more sensible things to wear, anyway."
Rory nodded. He could imagine. One of the biggest hazards of living on a small, secluded island, Rory thought, was that there was no way to escape people. Their community was so insular that it was impossible to escape one's exes. This wasn't as big of a problem for him, since he only had the one ex (ironically the eldest Baines sister; apparently he and Eisen had similar tastes), but that was a long, long time ago. "Of course she did. But good for you, being the stronger person."