There I was at the bar enjoying drinks and dinner with my partner. When my main plate arrived, you leaned across your date to comment loudly on how much food it was; share your 'strategy' for enjoying it, including in what order I should eat the various ingredients; and tell me that it was at least three meals' worth of food.
Howzabout a nice big helping of shutthefuckup, pal?
Plus I think the only reason your date was with you was I heard her asking you for money. So I guess you get to enjoy a dessert course of loser sugar daddy. Bon appétit, asshole.