Thirsty dudes back-pedaling are the absolute best. There are always so many excuses when the magical NSA sex fest they were hinting at doesn't come to fruition. The simplest one is, "JK, you're not even my type." This guy takes it to the next level talking to a lady "friend" when he reveals all these questions he's asking about what she'd be willing to do with him were really more of a pop quiz:

Sources: QueazyRager