I can tell by now that you are interested.. can't you tell by now that I am not? If there ever was a chance at me being even remotely attracted to you , it died when I saw you were too cowardly/shy/much of a pussy to ask me where the light roast coffee beans were and instead walked around for 5 minutes trying to find them. I know everyone has their 'type', and I'm sorry to inform you that I don't want to date a man that is a bigger pussy than what I have in between my legs (ZIING). And please stop following me on break. —Fuck off. This air is taken.