No, I Don't Want to Talk to You

You, the skeevy old man who tapped me on the shoulder at Sequoia yesterday afternoon, pretended to think that I was someone else, then proceeded to attempt to have a conversation with me. Hello! I'm sitting at a table talking to my girlfriends here, and I'm clearly not interested in getting to know you better. You're old enough to be my grandfather. What's with the white blazer? I'm nice, so I won't tell you to F-off, but when I respond in three-word sentences without even facing you, please take the hint. And no...I DON'T want your business card, what exactly gave you that idea? I didn't want to talk to you in the first place, so I sure as hell won't be calling you. Unless you just wanted to flash your expensive silver carrying case in hopes that I might change my mind about you. Do you do this often? You're pressed...