How Do These People Find Me?

I was on a date the other night, having drinks at a hotel bar, when a couple sat down next to us. The girl was a little tipsy, but was friendly enough. The four of us made some pleasant small talk, and she kept complementing my date on everything: her hair, her clothes, her look, etc.

Then, out of nowhere, the girl says this to her: "You're a lot cuter than he is."

I turned around, incredulous. "What did you just say?" I asked.

"What?" she slurred defensively. "All I said is that she's cuter than you."

I couldn't believe it. What an epically insulting thing to say to a total stranger. I told her as much. "Do have any idea how rude that is?"

"Whaaaat? No it's not. I mean, you guys are cute together. I just mean, you know, she's cuter." I did not find this explanation to be suitable. Fail.

My date understandably backed away from this brewing controversy. "I'm staying out of this," she said, chuckling.

The drunk mess continued to dig herself a hole. "You should take it as a complement," she said.

"I should take that as a complement???" I asked, my voice rising. "I'm sitting here having a drink, you sit down and tell us that she's better-looking than me, and I should be fucking flattered?"

"Yeah, because, like, you're with her, and--"

I pointed to the guy she was with. "You know what? You're a lot stupider than he is." I turned away from her. That was the end of the conversation, other than her trying to stammer some sort of apology to my date. Five minutes later I paid the bill. Ten minutes later I was studying myself from all angles in the mirror. Damn my weakness for caring what strange inebriated imbeciles think of me!!!