I was out in Austin with a friend on 6th street and was wearing a pretty hot black outfit (heels, pants that really hugged me and a low cut tank). A guy walks up to me and says "That's quite a fetching outfit, but really, all black? Are you in mourning? Red would suit your eyes and hair so much better." (A: who is in their 20s and uses the word "fetching"? and B: C'mon, man... "suit my eyes"? Cheesy prick.) So I said, "As a matter of fact, I am in mourning. Mourning the fact that there are no good, smart, and otherwise bed-able men left in the world." With that I finished my drink, nodded at him, and walked away."