How doesn’t my fiancée realize that countless men check her out? She is happy in her own little world, skipping along and giggling about everything, while I’m intimidating all the creeps who try to take pictures of her (she’s gorgeous and a nice dresser). What happens when I’m not around? Despite that she’s a genius, she has no awareness of her surroundings and isn’t afraid of people she should be afraid of. Cute, bubbly, charming, space case.