He could have looked like anyone he liked, but Trickster liked his decidingly average, comfortable shape. If the prospective dates didn't like it, then they didn't have to call.
"You, my dear, have the patience of a saint."
He at least dressed a little nicer than blue jeans and workman's boots. Trickster's clothes were not expensive and there was no remarkable clothing label at all, but he wore slacks, a dark button up shirt and, yes, even a tie. He was going all out.
"Let me guess? Doctor or psychologist of some sort?"