You ramble on for at least half an hour about how the concept of pattern-recognition is both "bloat" and "cringe" and neither "minimalist" nor "based". The man is clearly bored by your rambling, but you continue on and on because you cannot help yourself. You've been waiting for this moment, but the manunder your table has had enough. He tells you to go away. You feel a bit weird about that since you were at the table first - but you're not man-enough to talk back to the big-muscles bulging from his shirt.

Find somebody else to talk to.