My friend and I were at a busy bar in Brighton last weekend and table space was at a premium.  We found a table for 4, sat down with our cocktails and enjoyed our evening.  Not long after, two men asked if they could sit at the table with us.  When my friend went to get another round in, one of the guys initiated a conversation with me.  He reckoned he could guess my career, and admittedly he could – by the second attempt.  He made polite small talk and asked if I like to dance.  When I said I do, but not to this music (swing), he presumed I was shy.  I told him I wasn’t, then he asked why I didn’t have much confidence.  I told him I do.  Then he questioned why advances from men don’t flatter me.

Needless to say, on my friend’s return to the table, we found somewhere else to sit and enjoy our cocktails and our evening – without the arsey opinions of this complete stranger.