Cuffing season is over, and the stragglers who haven't found winter soulmates come out at night to engage unwilling targets in endless conversations in loud bars.
Every now and again I come across men at bars who won't take no for an answer. Doesn't matter that I tell them I'm not interested, I have a boyfriend, we own a home together, I'm never leaving him, I just want to hang out with my friends, so on and so forth. After failed attempts to get rid of them, I usually can get them to leave me alone if I give them my number. So, I give them my big brother's. For this gentleman, my brother decided to only respond with Hannibal Lecter quotes.
Her brother kicks off the convo with some classic Hannibal psychiatry.
He tosses in a compliment meant to be read in Anthony Hopkins' terrifying voice, of course.
Even when it seems Thirsty Bar Dude, or TBD, will give up, he keeps pushing straight through the weirdness.
TBD insists, though not convincingly, he isn't tracing Hannibal's whereabouts.
Things start (or continue?) to get confusing, but that won't stop ol' TBD.
TBD is just looking for constant attention and none of that “deep stuff.”
THE MONSTER REVEALS HIMSELF!
Oh...uh…relatively unfazed, forever confused.
Give it up, TBD, or you might lose your liver.