I initially saw you in line - which consisted of my friend, yours, and others either over-dressed for this typical dirtbag bar or just obviously impatient alcoholics. You wore a black leather jacket and a plaid button-down. I really liked your Supras. My friend and I thought you and your style kind of resembled James Franco's. Later that night you stumbled towards me, put your arm around my shoulders and asked when we could dance. I didnt really respond; but I'm sure I managed to conjure half of a sentance that most likely didn't make much sense at all. I was too riddled with shock to come up with an appropriate answer. I didn't deserve your attention, but some how I had gotten it. As I was leaving with my two friends, you grabbed my arm and smiled..but you were with another girl and I was determined to go home and shower, hopefully to sanatize myself from a disgusting night in Nashville. You made it memorable, so thanks. I hope I see you again.