Me and my pal "Sportskid" are discussing what else, sports, with a stupid blonde girl at my house party.

Sportskid: ...So I'm really disappointed about the Magic last night. They should have won the game.

Irina: Why is that?

Me: You wouldn't understand. So anyway...

Sportskid: It's because of the coach, Stan Van Gundy. He's a good guy and I'm rooting for him.

Irina: Oh I love Jeff Van Gundy. I remember when he was in the Finals, with the Knicks, like 10 years ago. It was so exciting!

Me: This is Jeff's brother we're talking about.

Irina: Are they the underdogs? I always like to root for the underdog, it makes the game more fun.

Sportskid: Oh, really?

Me: I don't know, does it?

Irina: So where's the next game being played, The Garden?

Me: I wish

Sportskid: It's in LA.

Irina: Wait, so does that mean Jeff Van Gundy's team might have a better chance of winning because they're the home team?

Sportskid: Yeah... something like that.

Me (sarcasm): Wow, that is one of the most brilliant things I've ever heard. Where did you go to school?

Irina: I went to Parsons.

Me: They should be very proud of you.

(She doesn't get the sarcasm)

Irina: Oh, believe me they are.

Fast forward to a couple hours and many drinks later, when me, Sportskid, and his friend "BingBear" are discussing "Irina"

BingBear: Remember that blonde? That girl was ice cold. What was her name?

Me: Polina? Irina? Something like that.

BingBear: European, whatever. She was dumb too

Sportskid: She's a smart one...

BingBear: I heard you guys talking about sports. You definitely shouldn't be talking about professional sports with a girl like that.

Sportskid: What should we talk to her about.

Me: The Jonas Brothers would probably be more her speed.

BingBear: Or maybe how many dicks she's sucked in the past month. That definitely sounds like her kind of conversation.