Beside the obvious disconnect - that I would view sharing your company with the same enthusiasm that I have for picking up my dogs shit, you wouldn't say it to my face, because you know I would rip you to shreds.
You live happily in the world in your head. I'll stick to reality thanks.
You've become my little internet stalker now - haven't you? You know I have no interest in talking to you, but you can't stop chipping away to get a reaction, you need the attention, because you can't earn it by being interesting enough to talk to.
So no - I don't want to meet with you, or share a pint with you. I think I'll go and pick up dogshit that day, instead. I'm convinced it would be more worthwhile.
TTFN