The “Let Me Tell You All About Myself” Guy:
Some men in Manhattan take it upon themselves to spill their entire autobiography to you on a first date, and you find yourself downing wine at an astounding pace to help pass the time. It's usually in the form of shameless bragging.
It boils down to three explanations:
1) He was rambling because he was a nervous wreck (Awww!)
2) He's a filibuster enthusiast
3) He doesn't really care to know about you, because no one will ever be as interesting as he is.
In my experience, it almost always happens to be the latter reason; he is a legend in his own mind.
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