Sighting

I hadn’t been in Harvard & Stone for a few minutes, when you looked at me as you were dancing to the band, on the opposite side of the bar. After I took a few sips of my 1st beer of the evening and was watching the band, you came up from behind me and said “you are handsome” in my ear, and then you vanished out the entrance. I’d appreciate an actual conversation, and maybe a dance.