I've decided that
our date would be "awkward" at best. I don't know if I ever could get used to those
eyes looking at me all the time.
“What? Did I spill something on my necktie?”
“Stop staring at my cock. It’s not
that big...”
“This is the ‘3000’s’! I thought it would be OK if I brought my wives and all my sex dolls along for our date...”
(Wonder how they arrived at that is how humans would look like in the year "3000"? I mean I would think by then everyone would be at least 7' tall, stronger than The Terminator, immune from all diseases, and look like Brad Pitt or Cindy Crawford. But what do I know... 
)