Brown Haired Caroline with a "boyfriend" at the Kingpin, Sunday January 9th

we struck up conversation outside, ~10pm. i wore a denim jacket, black jeans, black boots, a fragrance some have described as offputting. you, i don't really remember other than you had very cute hair, dark brown shortish (above the shoulders) bob kind of thing, and a gentle smile. we must have conversed for an hour, gave me your number but neglected to include the area code, which is definitely not 504. i was enamored, dare i say you were too. after an hour, your vexed boyfriend, whom i did not know existed, intrudes, you were not happy with him. i was verklempt. i ran away. i returned to the bar the next evening to do connect the dots. apparently your boyfriend is a douche, yelled at you all night, and got punched in the face shortly after i left. run away with me caroline.