Bob was an introvert, through and through, but he was blessed (or perhaps cursed) with the kind of charisma and good looks that drew all to him. No asymmetrical features or flab marred his Adonis-like body, and although he preferred to be alone, he could smile and charm with the best of them.
Beset at all sides by men and women clamoring for his presence, he fled the city, taking only a plain, bare chair. For days he drove through the countryside. Where could he find the solitude he craved?
Now if only the damn birds would leave him alone!