Yeah, probably.

Dunno. I am trying not to read to much into it, but yeah, that sounds like an 100% fair assessment of the situation, from my perspective.

Oh well. Not a huge fan of fake "hippie" druggie arseholes (no offence, if you know people like this) who somehow think they are better than me because they have, in their view, "made it", anyway.

It's really no loss, to me.

But yeah, we went from her giving me a hug, when I first rocked up (she was eating dinner with them, in the restaurant part of the pub, and told me to meet them when the gig started. This was not, in my impression beforehand, the plan), to her barely even talking to me by the end of the night, despite my best efforts. The "friends" were nothing but rude and hostile to me, from the start.

But yeah, overall... She barely even gave me the chance to talk to her, let alone to "put her off", or something. They even refused to pull me up a chair, at their "reserved" table (yes really. All of this happened, I swear on my life). So, you know what? Thinking about it now, your guess actually makes complete sense.

Cheers for that. Actually makes me feel a little bit better about it all.

Oh well. I'm too busy to dwell on this, really.

Yeah, probably.

Dunno. I am trying not to read to much into it, but yeah, that sounds like an 100% fair assessment of the situation, from my perspective.

Oh well. Not a huge fan of fake "hippie" druggie arseholes (no offence, if you know people like this) who somehow think they are better than me because they have, in their view, "made it", anyway.

It's really no loss, to me.

But yeah, we went from her giving me a hug, when I first rocked up (she was eating dinner with them, in the restaurant part of the pub, and told me to meet them when the gig started. This was not, in my impression beforehand, the plan), to her barely even talking to me by the end of the night, despite my best efforts. The "friends" were nothing but rude and hostile to me, from the start.

But yeah, overall... She barely even gave me the chance to talk to her, let alone to "put her off", or something. They even refused to pull me up a chair, at their "reserved" table (yes really. All of this happened, I swear on my life). So, you know what? Thinking about it now, your guess actually makes complete sense.

Cheers for that. Actually makes me feel a little bit better about it all.

Oh well. I'm too busy to dwell on this, really.

Yeah, probably.

Dunno. I am trying not to read to much into it, but yeah, that sounds like an 100% fair assessment of the situation, from my perspective.

Oh well. Not a huge fan of druggie arseholes (no offence, if you know people like this) who somehow think they are better than me because they have, in their view, "made it", anyway.

It's really no loss, to me.

But yeah, we went from her giving me a hug, when I first rocked up (she was eating dinner with them, in the restaurant part of the pub, and told me to meet them when the gig started. This was not, in my impression beforehand, the plan), to her barely even talking to me by the end of the night, despite my best efforts. The "friends" were nothing but rude and hostile to me, from the start.

But yeah, overall... She barely even gave me the chance to talk to her, let alone to "put her off", or something. They even refused to pull me up a chair, at their "reserved" table (yes really. All of this happened, I swear on my life). So, you know what? Thinking about it now, your guess actually makes complete sense.

Cheers for that. Actually makes me feel a little bit better about it all.

Oh well. I'm too busy to dwell on this, really.

Yeah, probably.

Dunno. I am trying not to read to much into it, but yeah, that sounds like an 100% fair assessment of the situation, from my perspective.

Oh well. Not a huge fan of druggie arseholes (no offence, if you know people like this) who somehow think they are better than me because they have, in their view, "made it", anyway.

It's really no loss, to me.

But yeah, we went from her giving me a hug, when I first rocked up (she was eating dinner with them, in the restaurant part of the pub, and told me to meet them when the gig started. This was not, in my impression beforehand, the plan), to her barely even talking to me by the end of the night, despite my best efforts. So, you know what? Thinking about it now, your guess actually makes complete sense.

Cheers for that. Actually makes me feel a little bit better about it all.

Oh well. I'm too busy to dwell on this, really.