My friend and I were waiting for our uber outside Webster hall May 2, 2026 at around 3am, and you tried striking up a conversation with me about Webster Hall. I believe you and your friends were outside the bar next door. You said you barely spoke English because you were Italian. You complimented my sunglasses, called me beautiful, and blew a kiss as you left to catch up with your friends. I should have given you my number, but I was so nervous it didn’t cross my mind. I hope you see this.
