I'm at this brownpop establishment contributing to the local economy, and from across the room, I see this BEAUTIFUL brunette walking towards me. Naturally, I thought I had mustard on my upper lip, because there was no other reason for her to be appraoching me. Turns out she thought she recognized me, but wasn't sure. (Perhaps it was the dark lighting.)
After talking to her for a few minutes, I learned that she knew it was me by my mannerisms and hand gestures, especially when I pointed. (She used to play in the local women's league.)
As for my "look", I'm not sure if I look like an official or not.
You decide (2nd from left, standing):
http://www.wwcfoa.ca/view_pic.php?pi...a04/junior.jpg