I know you've had a crush on Me for quite some time. I've been going to the same gym as you for awhile now...so you had to know that the gym gossip would make its way to Me eventually. I know you're a little on the shy side, which is why I think its so courageous that you've finally got up the nerve to ask Me out. Its unfortunate for you, however, that I don't date guys like you. I've seen you working out in the gym and you're just....not that strong and I'm not attracted to weak scrawny men. I love big strong muscular men, and that's not you. Obviously, you know how beautiful, fit, and strong I am, so I simply can't be seen with a weak little schmoe like you on My arm. BUT...that doesn't mean that you and I can't still be...friends. Special friends, in fact. You can be My very special friend who takes care of My feet after My workouts! Wouldn't you like that? You could never be My boyfriend, but you can definitely be My foot slave