It was few years ago, and I was sitting at the bar by myself. And, to my lefthand, there was an obvious first date going on. But something got brought up. I'd be lying if I told you the exact subject-matter, but it was definitely something I was very interested in, and fairly well versed in, so I interjected without being invited, just because I thought it was so interesting. I made a good point and did my best to leave the conversation. And the bitch going out on that date with that guy would not stop talking to me. I had no interest in her, so I kept on trying to end the conversation. But I think my lack of interest make her more interested. And I felt so fucking bad for the poor gut that went out on n a date with such a shitty woman.