A guy wearing a tight skeleton sweatsuit came over to me at the tea shop and introduced himself.
"I just wanted to tell you that you are beautiful and you look just like Rebecca Romijn Stamos," he said. "You are fabulous."
"Uh, thank you," I said.
"I'm gay, so I'm not, like hitting on you," he said. "I just wanted you to know how fabulous you are. You are amazing. You are beautiful."
"Uh, thank you," I said again, and he was off.
Day = made.