Oh, bloody hell.
The man knows of which he speaks.
If, say, at a social gathering an attractive, gracious and clever woman — in whose company you have shown grace and cleverness — subtly indicates her interest in knowing you better, pause to let your mind run roughshod over the landscape of anecdote and memory in a holy quest for ways to fuck this up. Once this interval (in and of itself an adequate way to fuck this up) passes, enjoy more cocktails and pain.