Did I Overreact?

Although I try to keep it in check, I tend to overact on a fairly regular basis.  Usually it is harmless because it's just my husband and son who heard the rants but sometimes there are casualties

We recently attended an event and were seated with a new couple.  Always adhering to social etiquettes, I engage my table mate in light conversation.  I'm not going to even go into his first pompous, pretentious remarks however they should have been a signal for me to move on.  I proceeded to ask about a trip he recently returned from which lead to the almighty what-do-you-do-for-a-living question.  "Oh its complicated" he condescends.  Try me a$$hole.  First overreaction.

Fifteen seconds later I know his job.  Amazing the non-working mom got it on the first try.  Call the press.

"Dude, you're an angel in a bio-tech firm.  It's not that complicated. Get over yourself."  Overreacting? Was the use of "dude" too ironic for him? For the next 15 minutes he heard a bout my career, my masters programs and my opinions on biological robotics.  I then smiled and ignored him for the rest of the evening.

I really got the feeling that he felt I was a dumb blonde who couldn't possibly comprehend his intellect.  Granted my dress was a little trendy, my heels were as always high and I may have been sporting the bed-head but somebody needs to let this guy know that judging a book by its cover (especially when the cover is a 40 something year old - dare I say nice looking women) is so passe.