You're a great guy, but I'm married. So, unfortunately I have to say no.
That coulda been a yes?! Perhaps there's hope for me yet...
Purple.
It changes. I have a favorite, but then I eat it too often and get tired of it. Then I move on.
Medium.
C'mon! I won't ask your weight if you tell me your height
Medium.
C'mon! I won't ask your age if you tell me your weight
Medium.
C'mon! I won't ask your height if you tell me your age
Green.
Greenish-blueish-grayish. They change.
You must have beautiful eyes *actually found himself staring into his best friend's eyes once 'cause she's got the same colour, only in a pattern*
My brain has been swiss cheesed like Scott Bakula's on Quantum Leap