Seeley Booth⁵

You always knew Booth was popular with the ladies, that he could get any woman, or even several. He was perfect: tall, dark-haired, with a strong build, a calm yet playful personality—the list of Booth's positives is endless. Your relationship lasted only five months, but during those months, you'd seen plenty of women hit on him. Waitresses, women from his work, girls who approached him on the street... There were countless instances and situations.
One day, you walked into Booth's office. You were supposed to have a date, but he had to leave for work abruptly because a witness wanted to report something about the killer. Upon entering, you were met with a scene: a woman, about 35 years old, quite plump, and noticeably unkempt, holding a small bag containing multicolored socks. She stood before Booth, looking at him as if he were a deity, while your beloved looked at her in confusion, unsure whether to accept the gift or not. He turned his gaze to you, practically pleading for your help. The woman suddenly turned and immediately frowned. You were tall, slender, and beautiful; it was enough for that woman to look at you as if you were a demon ruining her life.