If you was an MTV presenter you would need the biggest, shittiest stick in the world to keep her away, until Robbie Williams gave her the nod. That's all women. Flash is right in that this all boils down to your self-esteem.
Scamp, it's a thin ledge you're walking but don't tell me you haven't walked thinner?
Sorry I just mis-read that. No, she wouldn't look at you if she was an MTV presenter. Wouldn't look at anyone we know, either. Maybe a rock star or footballer but not us punks.
But think of this - if you were happy & content & buzzing about life because you were in that movie game you were talking about & not miserable because some pikey fuckers are bringing you down you're more likely be more appealing to a broader spectrum of women who are likely to make you happy. Might still be some bird on the game but that's neither here nor there. Bear in mind that no matter what, after years of marital bliss she'll likely run off with your best mate or something anyway. So actually you (& me) are both in front, in a bizzarre way.
Fuck, this might be as good as it gets for all I know. I'm staying in the game until the end though because it must get better than this.