I hate English 12

So I decide that Edgar Allan Poe would be very unpopular at parties.
He's the guy that would walk in and people would turn their backs and give the silent treatment to. So he'd stand by the punch bowl, shifting awkwardly and would attempt to capture the attention of any poor victim party-goer who only wants a mini bologna sandwich. He'd render them defenceless with his pitiful gaze and would launch into a long, pointless, over-descriptive, under-situated story about mortality. All the while, the sandwich aficianado is edging silently away from him nodding his head every few minutes and exclaiming "oh, really? That's interesting"while trying desperatly to find an excuse out of the situation.
I wouldn't hang out with him.