Chick magnet

Tonight I was fixing Jay's hair which he hates (but it was sticking up, driving me nuts). This is how our conversation went:
Jay: "Mom, I don't like it when people mess with my hair."
Me: "Oh Jay you just wait until you meet some girl one day who wants to run her fingers through your hair - I promise you, you will like it then."
Jay: "I'm not a chick magnet, mom!"

I just had to laugh!