The Point of All This Shit

Did you take a lover at the end of the night? I did not. Was there any offers? No. No bloke sniffing around. And you've lost all that weight. You still can't get in this background. What's the freaking point of this shit? Do you often go home and think, "Not even one bloke made any advances"? They'd be shocking to me if I was in yours shoes. Usually there's a bit of flirtation. Something. It just wasn't it. We had a good night. Did you get weird drinking you? I wasn't. Nice. Sober. None of your little... Little... Your little yahoo's.