Surrendered single vs. Gold-zilla

I was brushing up on the advice I got in my Surrendered Single book. I love this book, and I realized that I haven't been following the author's instructions lately.

First off, I'm supposed to smile at every man I see. She says to flirt, too, but I'm more judicious with that one. Smiling and saying hello is fun. It's neat to see the guys sort of caught off guard and then pleased that I've spoken to them. I'm sure it's an ego boost for them. (Not because of me. I'm not that conceited.) They're probably thinking that they're so irresistible, women can't help but talk to them.

The next advice is to accept dates from guys I wouldn't normally go out with. This way, I get the confidence generated from feeling desirable and I get the practice and experience of dating. And most importantly, I'm giving guys a chance when I may have overlooked them for some shallow reason.

This brings us to Goldy. When I re-read that part of the book, I remembered Goldy. I met him the same night I met Frenchy. While I was practically pulling my hair out waiting for Frenchy to call, Goldy called at least three times and asked to get together. I just put him off. I said I'd call and I never did (karma, anyone?). Do you want to know why I put him off? Go ahead, ask me. The reason is that ... he's got a gold tooth!! That's right. In 2006, this guy's left front tooth is gold. V described it perfectly: tacky.

Here comes the ironic part: Goldy called Friday night. This time when he asked when he could see me, I said next weekend. He seems like a nice enough guy, he's clearly interested. He's attractive with his mouth closed. If I think about it hard enough, I really don't have a good reason for not seeing him at least once. How can I complain about how guys never call when here's one who does, and I don't respond?