I got asked out the other night!
A Cubmaster from another pack (actually, he's a former Cubmaster...he just stepped down) called me the other night. I couldn't figure out for the life of me what he wanted, but my best guess was that he wanted me to help out with the monthly Roundtables or something (Roundtables are when the different leaders in a district get together and discuss plans for the upcoming month's den and pack meetings).
For the life of me, I can't figure out why he wanted to go out with me. He's met me twice. The first time was at Mom and Me. I was camping. I had no makeup on and mud spatters up to my knees. The second time was on Memorial Day during a Scout function. I had on my Cubmaster uniform which, I assure you, is NOT hot. The shorts have an elastic waistband, for Christ's sake. There is not one single flattering thing about it, and when you're as short as I am, you just look like a chubby Boy Scout. It really isn't pretty (unless you like that sort of thing, in which case there are WAY bigger issues).
Anyhow, this guy apparently didn't mind all that, because he noticed that I didn't have a ring on, and he also seems to have gone to quite a bit of trouble to get my number in the first place. That's some flattering stuff, right there. He did take the news that I have a boyfriend very gracefully, and the conversation ended on a nice (if somewhat awkward) note.
I felt bad having to turn him down, because he is a nice guy.
On the other hand, my ego has been insufferably large ever since. It's nice to know I've still got it, even if a) I'm utterly bewildered by what exactly "it" might be, and b) I have no intention whatsoever of actually USING it.