Coffee Coffee Random Guys
So right now, I am sitting in a coffeeshop, drinking my big coffee from my big coffeecup.
But a few minutes ago, a guy tried to sit down next to me. "What's your name? Where are you from? Oh, Saint-Petersburg?" And then he asked where Saint-Petersburg is and what it is famous for.
I suggested that he google it. He actually opened his computer and started reading wikipedia articles out loud, trying to enlighten me about Russia. Oh, thank you, kind stranger! I had no idea that the Soviet Union fell apart. Or that Saint-Petersburg used to be the capital of the Russian Empire. Or that it snows in Russia in the winter.
Then he tried to figure out my age, and the spelling of my name. Yes, darling, "Nika" is very difficult to spell. Then he started asking me about my dating preferences.
I suggested that his time would be better spent elsewhere. That's when he asks how I managed to figure out that he was hitting on me, and kindly informs me that he'd like to keep trying. Dude, no. I'm definitely not interested.
But a few minutes ago, a guy tried to sit down next to me. "What's your name? Where are you from? Oh, Saint-Petersburg?" And then he asked where Saint-Petersburg is and what it is famous for.
I suggested that he google it. He actually opened his computer and started reading wikipedia articles out loud, trying to enlighten me about Russia. Oh, thank you, kind stranger! I had no idea that the Soviet Union fell apart. Or that Saint-Petersburg used to be the capital of the Russian Empire. Or that it snows in Russia in the winter.
Then he tried to figure out my age, and the spelling of my name. Yes, darling, "Nika" is very difficult to spell. Then he started asking me about my dating preferences.
I suggested that his time would be better spent elsewhere. That's when he asks how I managed to figure out that he was hitting on me, and kindly informs me that he'd like to keep trying. Dude, no. I'm definitely not interested.