Too American for my own good.

We hit up a bar yesterday afternoon for the Super Bowl, and immediately two men (yes, they were older. Definitely "men," not "boys") approached my friend. She is very pretty and exotic looking, with curly dark hair that guys literally come up and touch. It happens every time we go out. Anywho, one guy tells her that they have placed bets - not on the game, but on her ethnicity. Italian? No. Greek? No. Hispanic? No. (Part of her family is actually from India.) So then the other guy turns to me, looking super blonde and boring, and says, "And you're from Dallas, aren't you?" Sigh. Yes, yes I am. And no one asks to touch MY hair.