Loser

Sandy leaned in to Joan’s ear.
     “That guy’s staring at you.”
     “I know.”
     Joan was avoiding eye contact.
     Now he was removing his shirt, pretending he wanted to get some sun, but Joan knew he thought he could seduce her with his body. She suppressed the urge to curl her lip, knowing he would use any reaction as an invitation.
     He was making it hard, though, as he hiked up his pants, obviously believing that she would find his bulge impressive.
     You could not tell a guy like that he was pitiful; he would think you were flirting.