Once in student years, my grandmother persuaded me to get to know a wonderful bridegroom. The boyfriend was invited to a family dinner. And now the whole thing:
I sit, in a meter from me, the "wife" sits, about the same distance from him, my grandmother sits. The groom turns to my grandmother and asks in a secular tone: “And your Olya, who is she studying for?”
They talked a little about me.
I sat down a little longer, realized that no one was going to communicate with me personally, and left. No more promises were made to get acquainted.