One of my friends told me today that a friend of her boyfriends had really liked me when he met me. I thought this was really strange because I met him in a bar when I was feeling the most depressed that I have ever felt in my life. I felt like someone was pouring concrete in my head and I was having a lot of trouble concentrating. As a consequence, I didn't say very much because I couldn't figure out what we were talking about half the time. I also had to feign interest in him because I wasn't interested in anything. Either I'm really good at faking it, or this is a tactic I should take to lure men . . . distracted, disinterested, and really slooooow.