My conversation with the hottest guy at work who looks a bit like superman, the not-gay one

What actually happens:

Me: Hey! Whatsuup??

The guy: Hi.

I don't own sunglasses.

What I wish would happen:

Me: Hi.

The guy: Hey hot-chick-whose-name-I-don't-know, do you wanna maybe go out sometime so I can take my shirt off for you and you can look at the deliciously manly six pack I have that is totally apparent through my office clothes?

Me: Sure, but make it fast. I got stuff to do.

Then I put on my sunglasses and walk away to AC/DC's "Back in Black."