For me, meeting someone who claims to be interesting usually kicks off with some witty remark in reference to under-rated European city or a new-enough band that has not reached existence-on-Spotify-status.
Once the comfort level has risen, the inevitable question of "Where did you grow up" gets thrown in and after I proudly answer with, "Urbana-Champaign in central Illinois" I can see their fingers clench and feet take a half-an-inch step away. I know what they are thinking- 'Central Illinois? So she lived on a farm and galloped to her one-room school house on a horse and helped her grand mammy churn butter on the weekends?'
Please believe that I take their fidgeting as my queue to begin my spiel of "Urbana is an oasis in this land of cornfields and cow manure and the 40,000 kids that go their for school every year that will agree with me". Obviously, not a word is absorbed by the other party.
In my endless effort to convince the masses that Urbana is the dopest, I get tickled when lovely ladies such as this one cross my path to help me prove my point.
Please take a second to observe: