She declared that her mind was filled with wild ideas of (and she quotes): _"'The Cannibals that each other eat, The anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders!'"_ She had, she confesses, a vague notion that all savages ate human beings, and--though this obviously was intended as a touch of grisly humour,--had half a notion to procure a human head and have it served up in state after the mediaeval fashion of serving boars' heads in Old England! However, she presented him with a most up-to-date and epicurean banquet, and had the wit and good taste to include in her dinner party such representative men as Bishop Moore, Dr.Bard and her father's good friend Dr.Hosack, the surgeon.
When the party was over she wrote Burr quite enthusiastically about the Indian Chief, and declared him to have been "a most Christian and civilised guest in his manners!" There were no ladies at Theo's dinner party.

She lived so much among men, and so early learned to take her place as hostess and woman that I imagine she would have had small patience with the patronage and counsel of older members of her sex.

That she was extravagantly popular with men old and young is proved in many ways.

Wherever she went she was a belle.

Whether the male beings she met chanced to be young and stupid or old and wise, there was something for them to admire in Theo, for she was both beautiful and witty, and she had something of her father's "confidence of manner" which won adherents right and left.
Mayor Livingston took her on board a frigate in the harbour one day, and warned her to leave her usual retainers behind.
"Now, Theodosia," he admonished her with affectionate raillery, "you must bring none of your _sparks_ on board! They have a magazine there, and we should all be blown up!" In 1801, when she was eighteen years old, the lovely Theo married Joseph Alston, an immensely rich rice planter from South Carolina, owner of more than a thousand slaves, and at one time governor of his state.