There is a reason that we don't date outside our species.
Okay, 'species' may be a hard word. You may not consider us a different species, you may consider us human, just like you, but with some sort of disease, no different than diabetes, or cancer, or the ironically-named lupus. That's probably the way that the scientists would play it, if they believed in us.
But they don't. And we'd like to keep it that way.
Hey, can you blame us? Cripes, you people, you'd go crazy, call us monsters, hunt us down like animals, just like you do with anything that's different. Yes, you are like that, look at your history. Look at your present, the amount of hunting and killing that you do based just on ideological beliefs.
And you call us animals.
Anyway, back to the point. Dating. Yeah, it's hard. We are temped in the same ways that you are, though maybe our tastes are a little different. Smells are key for us, pheromones and other things. The smell of trees, freshly turned earth, warm pine, sweet grass; these are all things that will drive me wild with desire, coupled with a muscular shape, a runner. Normally it's not a problem, but somehow in the past ten years or so, some of your scent chemists for the higher-line perfumes have managed to hit on some of these elements in their concoctions, and it's distracting. And I suppose it could be dangerous if we're not careful, because when it comes down to it, you are meat.