>go on a blind date a friend set up because they're worried I'm still a virgin
>meet her at a local restaurant, 7/10 pretty good looking
>we start small talk, where do you work, how to do you know [mutual friend], etc. etc.
>the topic of music comes up and she asks me what music I listen to
>brace myself for pleb and tell her "lately I've been making field recordings of car mufflers, recording them onto a reel-to-reel, then cutting them up and performing lowercase improvisations with a hose clamp and a mixer"
>she stares at me for a second and starts to snigger
>ask her what she's laughing about
>"anon, (she actually calls me "anon") lowercase is for pseudointellectual plebeians who are unable to appreciate true silence"
>ask her what music she listens to
>"I don't anon"
>she gets up and leaves, performing a free improv solo on her heels
>mfw outpatricianed