When you can't get any lower, the only way to go is up, right? Deadpool's not an introspective guy. He doesn't want to talk about all the most recent ways he's messed up his life and his relationships, hitting emotional rock bottom yet again. Nope. He's not going to talk about that stuff, and will do his damnedest to stay in denial about it all.
"One morning I woke up and said to myself, Deadpool, me heartie, you should go forth and do good. Listening to the tiny angel on my shoulder, right? And the tiny devil's not opposed. Heroes can still drink booze and get chicks." Getting out and holding the car door for her, he gave her a puppy smile, which was often Deadpool's version of charming. "Especially classy ladies don't go for villains, so I've got to clean up my act. See? it's working. Pretty lady's going on a proper date with me."
The restaurant they'd stopped in front of was a cozy little Italian place--nothing fancy, but it also wasn't the sort of place where you needed to check for cockroaches in the food. Deadpool was proud of himself, trying very hard to do this whole morally upright, decent, dating thing.