Mr. Irresistible

In 1992, right out of the blue and with no provocation whatsoever, this woman named Carolyn asked me to go to lunch. She was a good friend of my girlfriend, so I assumed this had nothing to do with romance, even though I was so self-centered and arrogant at the time that I wouldn't have held it against her if it did--I mean, I was irresistible, after all. So I went out to lunch with her, and she began to talk about how she used to drink a lot, but that she had quit. And I thought, Why in the hell is this woman telling me this stuff?