Boo shook his head, "Nope, dead serious." He laughed at the notion of being too popular. Popular was a term he associated with high school jocks and cheelrleaders. He supposed, if that was the case, he fell into that category at one time, but not really anymore.
No, he'd actually cut a lot of people out when he stopped fighting, either out of necessity (because they brought out the worst in him) or on accident (simply because they didn't run with the same crowd), "I've been out alone, a few times I guess." He replied, scratching his chin, and had probsbly met someone along the way, but it was different than actually making plans and going out with someone on purpose, "But I think you win the prize for getting me out of the house and not being related to me. It's a prestigious award." He grinned cheekily.