One of my coworkers, "XXX", likes a certain type of girl: Asian, thin, pretty. I suppose this preference isn't very rare, especially in Silicon Valley. In any case, months of pattern matching have trained the rest of our team in his tastes.
Walking down the street two weeks ago, we ran into my friend "Yvonne", a sweet-faced ex-Googler and former Miss Chinatown contestant. I introduced her to each of my teammates. After we bid goodbye and she walked away...
Me: (to XXX) I think she might be single, you know.
XXX: What? Hey, I don't know why you're looking at me.
Alipé: XXX, What's going through your brain right now?
The rest of us: [giggling]
Alipé: Not much blood, I bet.