Tales from the bar...
Actual exchange:
Semi-cute but clearly drunk guy: "Hey there... you're cute... what's your name?"
Me: "[my name]"
guy: "Wow, that's so erotic."
Me: "Um... thanks? Nice to meet you."
guy: "Likewise. You're cute... but robotic."
Me: "?"
guy: "Well, shouldn't you be more graceful? Like, don't you do gymnastics? Like those Chinese acrobats?"
Me: "..." "Um, I have to go now."
guy: "Ok, bye, sexy!"
And yet I go back, week after week.
3 comments:
hey it's getting better! Look if you bother to make those stereotypes a personal truths then perhaps it wouldn't be as awkward. You could be like "why yes, I was in the Olympics qualifying pre-trials, bringing my family great honor and pride in their ancestral blessings...do you want fried rice with your special massagi?"
"Do you want fried rice with your special massage?" Hey, that'd work for me . . .
Seriously, though, wofigofan, is the bar you go to located in the 1930's or something? WTF!
Yes, it's the local racially insensitive speakeasy. lol. No, it's actually the "upscale" bar in town where they have gay nights on Saturday night (the only gay thing to do in this town).
But drunk people say the darndest things!
I also forgot to mention that somewhere in that exchange I was randomly asked, "Do you like sake?" oh, good times.
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