I like attractive girls as much as anyone who likes attractive girls, but I cannot stand discussing them like they’re an event in one’s life. Case in point:
“What’d you do this weekend? I hit a few new bars. There were lots of hot girls. One blonde in particular…”
Hot girls being the point of his question, you see. He did hot girls (or tried, men lie about these things). And he’s still talking. I can hear the noise. I’ve stopped listening.
We’re all assholes in some form or another.