PS You were scaring and overwhelming me with your decent, dignified and good behaviour, as if the person I thought I had connected with had gotten a lobotomy and now went about mingling like a robot with a broad smile painted on its face programmed to participate in a competition of how many times you can answer "How are you?" with "Great!" (I counted to 28) - than you turned to me and said, without a hint of critique or irony, that in this world it is not what you know, but who. As if you had the key and were offering to open the door for me. Instantly I nose-bled like a cascade turning the white wine to red.
Hopeless, you thought to yourself, while secretely feeling a bit relieved that atleast I wouldn't be drinking the wine glass, seeing that it would lead to me jumping up on the table and acting like a slut.