I was once invited for a wedding where I knew only one person apart from the bride. Turns out there were two weddings at the same venue. And I ended up unintentionally eating starters at the wrong one for 20 minutes. When I made it to the right one, I mistook the father of the groom for a waiter. My friend doesn't hate me.

Apart from tales and experiences related to my travels and interests, I'd reckon I can offer 29 years worth of stories of my grandmother's failed attempts at convincing me to turn to the priesthood.

If you genuinely have some interests in common with me, we're probably going to be up all night nerding over it.