So, I don’t get picked up a lot in Asia! Why?
I am too:
- straight forward
- you name it
But occasionally I get some interesting pick-up lines.
About a year ago in Ho Chi Minh City in a rooftop bar, partying with my colleagues, I was minding my own business and trying to look impressed, although the rooftop bars in Bangkok are much more interesting. A Japanese guy in a group next to us decided to try his luck. He didn’t even bother to greet me, but went straight for the kill:
I want your number.
Then a few months later, I worked out in the gym in Bangkok, throwing some kicks, doing push ups, sit ups and some jumps – again minding my own business. A white guy walks up to me and says:
Hello, I got a sandbag in my room.
(FYI: room in Asia means apartment). I waited for him to continue his little speech. So, as with the Japanese man, I just looked at him and waited for the next line, but it never came…and finally he walked away.
Then yesterday, I was at the grocery store and again, believe it or not, minding my own business after a pretty stressful day. I had my ipod plugged in, wrestled with my umbrella while walking into the store, juggled my handbag, a paper bag, and the shopping basket.
I walked around putting items into my basket when this black guy walked up to me. He looked at me for a little while and went:
Do you work here?
I mean – seriously? I was in a business dress, I was the only Westerner in the store, my umbrella was dripping water on the floor…
My answer was “no”. And he walked away…