Kinda reminds me of a seat change we had in art class once, which resulted in me essentially becoming some older otaku girls' pet. I had a long, annoying pet name that didn't fit at all, and they would play with hair and shit. Apparently in that situation you're supposed to just live and let live, 'cause I eventually caught feelings for one of them, and as soon as I (very awkwardly) said something, the game was over.
That sort of thing weirdly happened a lot. I've lost track of all the times 'frat guy' types would approach me and be all, "Whoa man, how do you get anything done with all these chicks around?" Yeah, no, I was never some hot commodity, I was just considered 'safe and harmless' as a guy while being within close enough proximity to not want to exclude, I guess. The real life winner was the guy whose shadow I lived in during middle and high school (which isn't as big a complaint as it sounds; I mean, the guy deserved it, being a rare specimen who's good at everything but isn't a pompous dick about it). I mean, if I was a prime cut of meat and not like a chop steak that might not even be entirely beef, I probably wouldn't be reading pirated romcom manga in my 30s.