My lips are sealed

Perhaps I've lost my way. I was once good at the smallest of talk, able to pluck the benign-est of anecdotes from my basket and turn it into an invitation.

Emphasis on the past tense.

So I'm on the prowl, and I spot this tall drink of water (as the Go-Go's blared from the video). Desperate for an opening, I told him how the band, by their own admission, used to participate in a game called "Corner Cleaners." Stop at a rest area, go into the bathroom, and lick the corners. Disgusting, yes. Anecdote-worthy? Apparently not.

He walked away. He nodded, laughed uncomfortably, then walked away. Now what? The fact that I'm posting at 3 a.m. on a Saturday tells you I haven't figured that one out yet.