You know how it goes. You're sitting by yourself trying to enjoy a quiet moment, some alone time, when out of nowhere an attractive woman with a bubbly personality, a razor-sharp wit, excellent taste in music and an intellect that would challenge Einstein sits down next to you and just starts chatting away about how she thinks you look like some well-known leading man, except with a stronger chin and a much brighter smile, and can she buy you a drink and then gets all excited when you order a Guinness because that's one of her favorite beers too, which leads to her telling you an engaging story about how she was once in Dublin doing the Literary Pub Crawl when a man claiming to be the late Harry Harrison accidently spilled a whole pint of Guinness on her and she had to remove her shirt and put on one the pub sold, as the Guinness made the shirt nearly transparent and very clingy which revealed her, uhm, assets to the world, a point she illustrated by pulling her shirt tight around said ample assets while inviting you to take a look with a flirtatious laugh and a very welcoming look in her eyes...
No? You don't know how that goes? Yeah, me either.
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