Terror Tuesdays!!!

So Murphy dragged me out last night and we went to terror Tuesday at Mad Dawg's Saloon. I was tired and not feeling very sociable and resigned myself to brooding in the corner after a failed guess at the horror movie question of the night (What was the first successful horror movie that was rated PG?) While standing there a old man is just staring at me, feeling kinda uncomfortable I give him a nod. So he comes over to me and says "You must be a black belt". Me being Asian and all, I'm just assuming he's stereotyping my Kung-Fuosity (which is true btw). So he's all like "No, It was just the way your standing there, when you looked at me, I got scared." Then he asked how old I am and he says "My daughters 28 and she's real pretty, real pretty". So on one hand I was very relieved thats what that was about, on the other hand I'm thinking "Yeah your daughter must be a real fucking prize if your out hitting on dudes for her"