To the bouncer at the Crowded bar on Upper King Street last Saturday Night,
I was kind of having a bad night, dealing with over drunk friends, exhaustion and the same-old tired scene when I arrived at your bar. You checked my ID and told me I had a familiar face. When I said that I didn't know why I would, you told me I had a pretty face anyway. It wasn't said in a creepy way, and your small gesture made me smile the rest of the night! Thanks!
-Woman of the Night