I didn’t really want to go into this story here, but I feel that I must in order to adequately explain myself. Once when I was in high school I was visiting a girl that I liked to have breakfast with her family. Prior to this breakfast her father had constantly made remarks about how little I ate in front of them. That was really because of my nervousness more than anything else, but I couldn’t say that. So I decided after his last comment that I was going to eat whatever he put in front of me. If he was going to ask if I wanted more, I was going to say yes. I was going to prove a point.