I'm sitting at a bar at an Italian restaurant not too far from Union Square (trying a new place). The bar is crowded with groups. I'm the only solo patron.
I'm enjoying a fabulous glass of Italian wine, and the bartender, after taking my dinner order, asks me, "So how come you're lonely tonight?"
I replied, "I'm alone, but who says I'm lonely?"
"Touche." He replied, and clinked his glass to mine.