I got somewhere in the early 00-ies dating through SMS chat with one special. We talked for a while and decided to meet in real life. We met in a cafe, ordered coffee with cakes, we sat down and talked. The girl was very attractive and pleasant in communication, but kept a little cold. I figured out that, contrary to my expectations, her expectations did not come true, and I am not happy today. We drank coffee, she went home, I called her to take her.

Let’s go, talk slowly, keep quiet. And here she says:

Don’t be offended, but you’re not in my taste. If I was sober, I would never sleep with you. Let’s buy a couple of bottles of wine.