He cray cray, so it doesn't matter. Crazy trumps good looks all the time, but generally we don't learn about the crazy part till about midway through dinner, sometimes later, sadly, sometimes months later. With this bozo, everyone already knows, he is way cray.
We live in the same town so chances are I'll run into him. There is a Pacific Island population out here and I'm sure they all know each other through mutual friend including a buddy of mine. I'll have to ask him.