"Hello handsome... wanna buy a girl a drink?"
"Er... no thanks... no offence or anything, but you're not my type."
"Are you calling me ugly?"
"I didn't say that, did I? No, you're just not my type, that's all".
"What do you mean?"
"Well... some guys only like blondes, some girls only like tall guys... you know? Everyone has their preferences."
"It's my weight, isn't it?"
"Who said anything about weight? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? No, I just have a very, very particular taste in women, that drives me crazy with desire when I see it. And if a woman doesn't fit my type exactly, I'm just not interested."
"So what exactly
IS your type?"