"You are so my type. God, how is that fair?" He grins and lifts his pint to take a sip. It's easier to flirt when he knows that he doesn't have a chance. And Jason is his type, hot and a little older and nice, and he's into bikes. But alas, poor Jason was not gifted with homosexuality. "Your girlfriend's a lucky lady."

He winks and grabs the laminated food menu, stomach growling as he looks it over.