The boy scout thought he was being helpful for making the blind old lady to cross the road.
The old lady didn't want to cross the road at all to begin with, as she had business on the side of the road she was already on - she tried to explain it to the boy scout but he was so full of his own helpfulness that he wouldn't listen. So the blind old biddy exercised a noble act, letting the boy scout to have his moment of good deed heroism - then she crossed back the road all by her own as usual, when the boy scout wasn't looking.
Just a parable of different approaches to philanthropy.
I like men who look the opposite from me, tall, lean and blond. I like introverts. I am an extravert.
Bad news for you: we tall, lean introverts of any hair colour tend to seek the company of other tall lean introverts of the appropriate gender. You may have better luck fishing in the gene pool by adjusting your requirements to a more realistic criteria.