I make no claims that I am not a geek. I make no claims on being cool. Everyone has some modicum of geekiness to them, some (like me) more than others, however, once in awhile you come across someone who is so socially inept, that it makes you feel like the coolest human being in the universe. Last night was one of those nights.
I was in 오리 (Ori) again, waiting for U-rim to arrive. I had my headphones on like usual and was walking around. I stroll a few blocks and then start heading back to the subway station to go meet with my honey. There, in front of Dunkin’ Donuts, it happened. It started off innocently enough. I encountered another white dude, we made eye contact, I gave the required head nod and thought that would be the end of it. The other guy didn’t think so…he began talking with me. Again, this is not the first time I’ve had coversations with random dudes. Sometimes it’s not so bad, but other times…think of it this way. Remember that kid who graduated with you…you had math together in 11th grade and maybe were in the same gym class freshman year? Ok…now you run into him after 3 years of college…and have to have a conversation with him…based on your little shared existance. That conversation usually ends with a line like “We should totally hang out sometime…” with the other person replying, “Definately!” even though both parties know no such meeting will ever take place. Talking to foreigners can be kind of like that…the only reason they bother talking to you is that you’re both white. So pretty much the coversation follows this form:
● Where are you from?
● You teach around here?
● How long have you been here?
● How do you like it?
That’s about it. Possibly if the guy or gal is decent you might talk about some other crap, trade war stories, ect., but that was not the case last night.
So the guy stops me, and asks my name. I tell him and he did the repeating name thing that you are suppose to do if you want to remember someones name, “So Wyatt do you live here?” “Wyatt where are you from in America?” I, on the other hand, made no such effort. I think his name was Dave or Matt or James or something like that…anyhow since the majority of the foreigners I’ve met here are rather creepy, I made no effort to learn the dude’s name, and he didn’t disappoint on the creepiness!
Highlight of my conversation with the guy came when I asked who he taught (kids/businessmen/housewives/highschool students). He responded “I like teaching children,” but my brain heard “I like children…for sex.” That’s how creepy the guy was. Luckily my lady called and I got to high-tail it out of there. Like meeting the kid from your math class it ended with him proclaiming, “I’ll see you around, maybe next time you are waiting for your girlfriend we can go to that PC bang together…”
“Definitely!”
