Oh, The Insanity

Last night my brother and his girlfriend came to visit us. Well, really his girlfriend (here after referred to as B.G. as in Brother's Girlfriend), my good friend (now know here as Goth Girl) and I went out to the goth club. My brother and husband stayed here playing Wii.
B.G. is also a stand up comic (did I mention that my brother does stand-up?), so one never knows what she is going to say! Hilarity ensues where she goes. This became evident after a few moments in the club. Goth Girl saw some friends she knew so she was talking with them, while B.G. and I made a new friend. Our new friend felt the need to tell us about his outfit. He told us he was going for a beatnik kind of look (seriously, we could have guessed that without his help). He whipped out sunglasses to finish off his trench coat and beret look. This poor boy is no quitter. Even after *SEVERAL* mentions of our respective boys, he still tried to pick us up! So, B.G. started to have a lot of fun with this. He had no idea what she was mocking him to his face.
"So, you where do you work? What do you do? What kind of job do you have?"-B.G.
"I work for a food library."-Beatnik Boy
'WHAT??? What is that?"-B.G.
"Oh, it's a super market."-Beatnik Boy
"So you in a band? Play an instrument? Guitar hero?" B.G.
"No, but I know someone in a band."-BB
"Hum, everyone under fifty knows someone in a band."-B.G.
Oh, it went on and on and on. He didn't know when to quit. Then he told us all about his Prince Valiant hair-do. How he cuts it himself because no one can get it right. Well, his mom use to do it, but now he can. HELP US!!!! Goth Girl and her friends rescued us after a while, but B.G. thought it was too funny (she had a great time telling us over and over in the car everything that was really funny to her and I since Goth Girl missed a bunch of it when she was chatting with friends!!). We went to dance and that was great! I love dancing!! Goth dancing is crazy fun because no rhythm is needed. This is good for me.
Anyway, as we were getting ready to go home at a ungodly hour that I don't think I've seen except for college, we *FOUND* Beatnik Boy again. I think he was searching for us. B.G. went to the bathroom while Goth Girl and I were chatting. Beatnik Boy came up and tried again.
"So, you like have an e-mail address so we can keep in touch?"-Beatnik Boy
"Nope. I don't have a computer. My husband and I are way behind the times."-Me
I was waiting for Goth Girl to say "yes, you do" but she saw too busy snorting into her hand to keep from laughing. B.G. came back at that point and announces "HOW DID YOU FIND US???"
"Oh, it's a kind of small place."- Beatnik Boy
Dear God, please give this boy a clue. He needs it.