me-sitting alone at a bar where the staff are all friends, quietly sipping a drink after a long day of work

her-looks at me down the bar from three seats away and her friends urge her to approach me, she walks over holding a martini "hi i just wanted to come talk to you"
me-"ok, are you having a nice night?"
her (sloshed)-"so, what are you from wisconsin, this is a packers bar, right?"
me (not sloshed)-"nope, my friend, the owner is, though"
her-"i'm from california"
me-"cool! i've spent a lot of time there visiting my wife's family"
her-makes small talk
me-i reply amicably, but i'm not super interested in a conversation with a really drunk person
her-"you're really dry-you're a tough nut to crack-you're pretty abrasive"
me-"i think you just don't like my general affect"
her-"you don't even think i'm funny and that's all i've got and you're being mean because i'm not pretty"
me-"i haven't even considered whether you are pretty or not, and i don't judge people on their looks"
her-"IF YOU DIDN'T WANNA TALK TO PEOPLE WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN A BAR"
me-"i just wanted to visit with my friends who work here"
her-"ok i'm gonna go back to my friends, can i have a hug goodbye?"
me-"no, i don't really hug people i don't know well. i will give you one piece of advice though, be less insecure. you're ok just being who you are."
her-"BREAKS DOWN IN TEARS AT THE BAR AND RUNS TO THE BATHROOM TO CRY"

WHAT THE FUCK