Daggered with Stories

The re-opening of  "my Starbucks" invited a reunion with a certain patron.  We maintained an email relationship during the koffey-klatch's temporary closing. 

Tonight, the man and I came together to operate our keyboards in a silence daggered with sporadic stories.

He presented a story of a customer describing me as boring.  I do not know the person
that submitted his negative evaluation of me.

I took it hard..I felt sad for myself that I let the words of an unknown person divert my attention..in a defeating manner