The Borders Zone
I went to Borders today to study for a bit before going to see Arbusto and his girlfriend Jazz, who is in town for the weekend. I picked a table facing the music/DVD section. It also faced a table about six feet away at which a guy was sitting...frequently staring at me.
Despite the fact that others were studying in the cafe area, he tried to talk to me from his table, asking my name and making a game of trying to guess my ethnic origin. Chinese? No. Japanese? No. Vietnamese? No. Laotian? No. African? What? No.
Finally, in order to keep him from further distracting everyone else with his guessing game, I went and sat at his table. He talked to me about his studies at St. Paul Technical College, talked about his move from Ethiopia, and tried to extract information about my ethnic background and graduate program. Then he asked if he could get my number so that we could see a movie or have coffee.
Me: "Oh, thanks, that's nice of you to ask, but I have a pretty serious boyfriend."
Guy (skeptically): "How serious? Are you married?"
Me (puzzled): "Uh...no."
Guy: "Well, are you engaged?"
Me: "No."
Guy: "Well, then, we could - "
Me: "No, we're pretty serious."
Guy: "What does he do?"
Me: "He's a professional musician."
Guy: "Is he done with school?"
Me: "Yes."
Guy: "Then perhaps he is ready to be serious."
Me: ...
Guy (decisively): "I will give you my number in case things change."
Me: "I have to go."
Despite the fact that others were studying in the cafe area, he tried to talk to me from his table, asking my name and making a game of trying to guess my ethnic origin. Chinese? No. Japanese? No. Vietnamese? No. Laotian? No. African? What? No.
Finally, in order to keep him from further distracting everyone else with his guessing game, I went and sat at his table. He talked to me about his studies at St. Paul Technical College, talked about his move from Ethiopia, and tried to extract information about my ethnic background and graduate program. Then he asked if he could get my number so that we could see a movie or have coffee.
Me: "Oh, thanks, that's nice of you to ask, but I have a pretty serious boyfriend."
Guy (skeptically): "How serious? Are you married?"
Me (puzzled): "Uh...no."
Guy: "Well, are you engaged?"
Me: "No."
Guy: "Well, then, we could - "
Me: "No, we're pretty serious."
Guy: "What does he do?"
Me: "He's a professional musician."
Guy: "Is he done with school?"
Me: "Yes."
Guy: "Then perhaps he is ready to be serious."
Me: ...
Guy (decisively): "I will give you my number in case things change."
Me: "I have to go."
He sounds like a total catch! I hope you took his number at least...
Posted by
Monalicious |
7:58 AM, February 26, 2006
For the same reason some girls are clueless: they're idiots.
Posted by
Arbusto |
1:34 PM, February 27, 2006
Isn't it nice to know you're so wanted, so very very desired? And who knew you were African? We could be related.
Posted by
Dark Damian |
7:34 PM, February 27, 2006
I think this goes down as the worst pick-up attempt in recent history, or maybe even the worst attempt, period. I've never had anyone play guessing games with my ethnic origin while hoping to land a date.
Posted by
SouthernCanadian |
12:22 AM, February 28, 2006