Last night was the first time I truly walked out. Telling over the story of what happened minimizes the intense feelings that struck me in the deciding moment, but when what I whispered to my friend about a guy was answered by the guy himself minutes later, I was so shocked and humiliated and otherwise unable to deal with the utter lack of class in both of them that I left. Apparently he felt the need to answer since he liked me. The scary part is that although I was not even tuned into that wavelength and was also unattracted to him, I am not sure I would have acted as I had had I known the case.