haha, that is hysterical (sorry to be laughing at your trauma, but it is really funny!).
Don't worry, though, you're not alone. It seems like everytime I go out, the only freak in the entire place singles me out to talk to. For example, this past Friday night, I went to a bar that's usually pretty cool and has lots of cute guys, and this scary 1-toothed backwoods genetic mistake came over and started hitting on me and trying to dance with me. Once I finally got rid of him, I had to deal with all of my friends making fun of me and telling me to go hang out with "that hot guy" I had been talking to.
But at least when it happens, it makes for an amusing story afterwards.
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