Saturday night (8/2) into Sunday morning (8/3)- You were the young white Mediterranean-looking guy with dark curly hair, white pants and a dark t-shirt. I was the pretty black-haired Asian girl with the bangs, flannel, and shorts who kept getting shoved by people (terrible crowd). We caught each other's eye earlier in the night, but for some reason we never spoke. I thought the girl you were with at one point was your girlfriend. You must have seen me evade and/or reject a dozen pushy guys on the dance floor. Did that make you nervous? For three hours, every time I moved, you would always end up behind me at a respectful distance. It was cute. You were cute. Did you think I was cute too? If you see this, reply with the time you ended up leaving. I remember because I left shortly after.