I was the very tall blonde man with no shirt on close to the front of the crowd at Gogol Bordello on Friday. You came up behind and started to dance with me. I turned around and discovered that you were tall, blonde, and beautiful. We shared a dance, and a few kisses but then the song changed, the mosh pit kicked back into gear and you made your way out of the crowd. I lost sight of you and regret not following to get your name. Who are you, mystery gypsy?