No, You Can't Roll Me In Sauce!

Last night I'm sitting at the bar at Two Rows waiting for my friend to get off work. I'm enjoying a real tasty pizza and a frosty brew all by my lonesome, but c'mon - we all know I can hang by myself and totally be fine with it. Plus, there was NBA playoffs on, I was occupied.

Wait, maybe I should preface this story with how amazing I looked last night. My 'lounge around' jeans, an I HEART NOLA tshirt, an army green hoodie and my camo flops. Oh geez, and the Medusa weave on my head.

So I'm enjoying my food and my own company, when I get a tap on the shoulder from a dude that was standing across the bar. I'm going with he was in his mid-late 30's and of some Hispanic decent. (Bingo, I was right on when he told me he was from San Antonio...)

Dude: "Excuse me. I just have one question and one comment. First, my question is, what is a Nola?"

Me: "Oh, it stands for New Orleans, Louisiana. N.O.L.A."

Dude: "Oh I see. I thought maybe it was somewhere in Sweden or some European country. Now my comment is...you have an amazing head of hair. I know you didn't do anything to it, those curls are all natural, but I really notice women with fine hair. What are you doing here tonight? Business or pleasure?"

Me: "I'm here for dinner."

Dude: "No for real, are you here visiting for fun or are you working here?"

Me: "No, I'm here for dinner. I live down the street."

Dude: "Oh, so you're not really from Europe? Ohhhhh okay, well I come here a lot, how come I've never seen you here?"

Me: "Probably because I dodge people like you. I don't know. I'm usually with a big group when I come.

Dude: "What's your name?"

Me: "Lane."

Dude: "Leigh? That's a pretty name."

Me: "Thank you."

Dude: "I'm ...... (I forgot his name.) Ok, well I just wanted to come say hello. I'll find you later.

Me: "Please dont! Ok.

So I go back to eating my food and giggling to myself, and even told the bartender about that little encounter. About 20 minutes later, he's back.

Dude: "Okay, well I'm about to leave. It was very nice to meet you. I"ll be sure to look for you next time."

Me: "Okay, have a good night."

Dude: "You too. Good night my *little Swedish meatball* "

Of course, as soon as I tell Hayden this story, he has to get right to photoshop and create me a prize. Look closely.