You are so NOT my type. The fact that you even tried to talk to me is so embarrassing. I tried to reject you politely, but after you kept pushing I have to humiliate you in the middle of this party. All while reminding you exactly what my type is. Rich, Tall, Muscular, Handsome, Big Dick, Successful, Good in Bed, everything that you have no possibility of being, or doing. Everything that is my type, is everything you’re not, but that still won’t stop you from getting off.