Guy stood there pondering what a girlfriend was only to remember his mother talking about them and quickly jumped to his feet. 
"I don't think that's necessary, we're just here for training in the arts right? There would be no time, I would be training to much, No girlfreinds needed here" 
It wasn't that guy didn't like girls, or even want one to call his own, He just felt he would be a bother. His skin was so pale he was nearly grey and he wasn't a very handsome guy even if he did have a nice tan. Not only that but he had a hard time talking to girls, his mouth wouldn't open near them. Maybe he was too harsh on himself, he certainly thought not.