I'll describe one such time.
(I'm blathering on about my exchange fic, telling him the dramatic structure behind it and the plot that I thought was pretty good, considering, and he looks at me with a blank expression.)
Him. What? I don't know what you're talking about.
Me. (Indignant) Yes, well, there's a whole subculture out there of people who DO know what I'm talking about.
Him. Mmmhm. We have words to describe them. Twelve-step programs, restraining orders, ankle monitors, offender lists, therapist's couches...
Me. Shut UP.
Grab your torch and pitchforks, girls. He's talking about US. ;)