A Boy's Tirade

I was at that bar, right next to the skating rink, when a young man and a girl walked in. I figured the the girl was his date. I heard how he avidly endeavored to persuade his date to live reclusively with him. He spoke in a despicable, brusque manner. He, as you may have noticed, didn't have a very pleaseant disposition.
His date beseached to stop spontaneously yelling in order to extricate herself from the uncomfortable situation. I quickly conjectured that he was a homeless adult, or he was just another teenager that had ran away from home.
Everyone at the bar heard him as he continued his interminable tirade , but at last it was serene. For quite a while, it was silent, as everyone was turning their attention from the young man, towards their own conversations.
To our surprise, the tirade continued. This time, however, it was concise, but far more demeaning. I began to wonder what a fine young woman like her was doing with a guy like that. Boy, I don't understand this generation.