Unwanted attention

She stopped me on our walk today and pointed toward the Foosball table. "Wait," she said, "I need to tell you this -- one of those guys thinks I'm cute, and I don't want to have anything to do with that." She put her hands out as if to ward off something bad, and stepped away from the table.

"One of the Foosball players thinks you're cute?" I asked. She nodded yes, and made a face.

"Well you are cute, but you don't need that kind of attention from a Foosball player?"

She shook her head, like no possible good could come from that.