Hotel, motel, holiday inn
Long story shot, I'm in a hotel.
It's a bit of a culture shock coming back to the states after Paris. But in a good way. A good way.
Yesterday a random dude on the street tried to pick me up, and I didn't realize it until a few minutes later. I was feeling particularly good since I was coming from watching The Village down on the Common. SO I was thinking about that and about being in boston, in the US, etc. SO this random guy is walking next to me and goes "do I know you?"
"Um, no"
"Are you an actor at Emerson?"
"Um, no. But I did apply to Emerson" I was high on something and thought I was funny.
"Oh ok, you look like I've seen you in a play or something."
"nope"
Next thing I know I'm sitting down in some restaurant eating a shrimp cocktail and having a Heineken, all on him. Wait that didn't sound right, he paid for it, is what I meant.
That's when it hits me, "oh shit is this guy trying to pick me up??"
He was harmless and didn't "look" gay or act gay (yes I know how very stereotypical of me), and as I'm sitting there I'm laughing inside, "what the fuck am I doing?"
So the conversation is about teaching, philosophy, france, etc.
Finally it ends and I realize he's begging to get my phone number, which I don't have, and I give him the name of some nonexistant hotel where I'm not staying at. He gives me his cell phone number and his last words are:
"What is your name?...OK, I can't wait to see you tonight."
That was the clincher, that's when it was all settled: he was trying to pick me up. I almost ran to Borders and looked at a whole bunch of books, but I couldn't shake the sensation of feeling like, as I put it then, "such a girl"
I got a free shrimp cocktail and a beer for just sitting there and looking good (that's right!). For whatever reason it's a very empowering feeling and I can now say I better understand this behavior in women. I still don't like it, but I understand it.
Crazy huh?
Posted by portocac
at 9:02 AM CDT