Taken from Craigslist:

“I was at the A-Trak show at Studio B last night with my two friends, you were there with a bunch of guys. You had on a black shirt, jeans and wingtips (I have this thing about shoes, if I don’t like your shoes I’m not likely to give you the time of day.) I wore a white t-shirt, black pants and white Nikes. Before the show started, we were sitting in one of the lounge areas and I repeatedly caught you looking at me so I acted all shy and avoided eye contact because I’m really good at that. A few hours and several drinks later, I had trouble maintaining the shyness and found you on the dance floor. I admit it, meeting up was no accident, I went looking for you. We danced and…stuff. You seemed into it – I certainly was – then it occurred to me that I should find my friends because it would have been a pain in the ass to find my way home without them, so I wandered off and lost you. I’m pretty good at that too. Wish I’d gotten your number or, at the very least, your name. Sigh.”