Where's the weirdest (and most inappropriate) place that you've been asked out?
A funeral? A tupperware party? Or just while you're filling your car up with petrol?
For me, it was the good old Westfield food court. By a guy I had never met or spoken to before.
I still had 20 minutes before I started work so naturally I sat down with a mango frappeand the latest Frankie magazine to kill time. So there I am, reading a very cute article on vintage teapots when a completely random guy approaches me and says "Can I sit here?" gesturing towards the seat opposite me. "Uh, sure" I reply, glancing around at the HUNDREDS of empty tables surrounding us.
Looking back now, I don't think I've tried to think of more excuses to get out of something in my life. Before I can blurt out one of these badly thought through excuses, he starts questioning me. "Hi, my name is Simon*, what's your name?" I quickly think of the possibilities.. 'Is this guy a psycho that will track me down and kill me, or is he a stalker who already knows my name so he'll know if I'm lying to him?!'. I go with the stalker. "Umm, I'm Alex."
He then proceeds to ask me the ever lame and stereotypical pick up line "So, do you come here often?". Might I remind you that we are in a WESTFIELD FOOD COURT. This is not a club or bar. This is an effing shopping centre. "Sometimes" I reply, hoping that this guy will go away. But no, he still persists. "Oh yeah, so do you go out much?", "Oh, not really", I reply, thinking I was awesome for dodging any questions about where I go out. Nope. "So when you do go out, where do you go?" Fuuck my life. "Um, just usually to places in Sydney. No where around here." He nods in a knowing way. "Soo.. do you go to the cinema much?" Is this guy kidding?! I'm really starting to freak out by this stage, praying that someone I know will walk past and save me but it doesn't happen. "No, I don't."
I'm starting to sound rude and horrid but it was a creepy situation. "Oh, well, do you want to catch up and go to the cinema one night? I can pick you up and take you home and stuff." Alarm bells go off inside my head (though I was rather proud that I managed to remain cool, calm and collected on the outside) and I replied in a rather swift manner as I was standing up and leaving "Oh thanks, that's really nice of you but I'm actually seeing someone at the moment and anyway oh gosh would you just look at the time I have to go to work" "Oh, where do you work?" STALKER STALKER STALKER! "Um, just upstairs...okaygoodbye!"
I didn't go anywhere near the food court for about 3 months.
Tell me about your creepy scenarios! Or am I the only one that attracts weirdo's like this?
*Name has been changed because I don't remember what the hell it was.