Ah, the classic "I'm drinking from that magic barrel, that no one else knows about" argument.
Heineken is like that bitch, who is standing alone in the corner at every single party - everybody knows she's available, but nobody wants her. It's the last resort, by talking to her you acknowledge your incompetence of getting hold of a better bitch and you just want to get over with it as fast as you can, so people won't judge you, but they still do.