You stood in front of me on the floor at the Sloan concert at the Imperial. You were worried I couldn't see so, you bent down a little. I said you were a gentleman for doing that. I thought you were nice looking, fit, and had a great hair-cut. I have long black wavy hair, brown eyes, and was wearing black. You chatted a bit to me and my two girlfriends and made a remark about the guy in the band with the beard and the striped shirt playing the tambourine. You went to get drinks and we moved closer to the front...didn't see you after that. Wish I had given you my number.