The part about the cinnamon and scent of fresh scones giving him warm fuzzies would have gotten him crossed off my list. Way too precious - though I admit I wouldn't have thought "killer" I'd have thought "Liberal arts grad with not enough to do who likes to talk his `music projects' and bitch about his eight ex-girlfriends, of whom you will shortly become the ninth."

I think I'd rather date the killer. At least he'd have more interesting cocktail-stories.

It was the fat-free lattes that did those people in. If only someone had given the guy a copy of Dr. Atkins New Diet Revolution …

So so sad … all those folks out there eating dry toast ... yeah it might be cinnamon toast, but it's still dry cinnamon toast.

Personally, I could see fat-free syndrome as a viable insanity defense.