...whom would this one be?
The large sweaty man who catches your eye from across the room. Oh, and you're sorry when he does, because you can already tell that he assumes an appalling familiarity. See? Already, he's making his way across the crowded room -- nylon belly overhanging his khaki lap, bright blazer buttons that will never again meet their long-separated mates.
And when he talks, he talks close, whispering onion-scented atrocities hot on your ear.
Now, for a change of pace, tell me whom this site would be...