I was in the Flatiron district for an audition and had some time to kill, so I wandered around Union Square park for a while before going down to the train. A man approached me:

Man: You've been following me for quite some time.
Me: Oh (laughs awkwardly)
Man: I don't take kindly to stalkers.
Me: Ok. (starts walking further down the train platform)
Man: Just kidding, you're really pretty.
Me: (walking further away)
Man: I LIKE THAT YOU STALK ME!

A couple hours later I came out of a screening in midtown (Middle of Nowhere, you should see it) A woman approaches me at a traffic light:

Woman: Where did you get your bag?
Me: My purse?
Woman: No, your Beatles bag (a tote bag with the Abbey Road cover on it)
Me: Oh, it was a gift, I'm not sure where it's from.
Woman: Because I love the Beatles.
Me: Yeah, me too.
Woman: I really love them.
Me: Yeah.
Woman: So, where do you live?
Me: Um. Astoria.
Woman: Cool, you headed there now?
Me: (walking quickly away)

I was making my infamous spaghetti and vegetarian meat balls when I realized I was out of olive oil. One of the many wonderful things about NYC is the bodega. Populating nearly every street corner, they have everything from olive oil, to deli sandwiches, to beer. I encountered someone purchasing beer.

Drunk Guy: (seeing we're both in the tiny aisle he's trying to leave) Oh no. 
Me: It's ok, go through. (stepping back to give him passing room)
Drunk Guy: Are you a dog lover?
Me: Am I a dog lover?
Drunk Guy: I'm sorry. I'm sorry! You're too pretty to deserve that! Forget I said anything.
Me: (confused gets in line behind him to pay)
Drunk Guy: No, you go ahead of me, I'm just a drunk guy, ignore me. I'm sorry!
Me: (paying the girl at the counter)
Drunk Guy: I've been drinking all day. I'm sorry. You're too pretty for that. I'm sorry!


I'm really confused. Am I out of the loop, or is dog lover some type of slang? Maybe I don't want to know...