Weirdos
December 11th 2011 21:04
One night I was looking around for Brett after we had been watching some friends play in a band. Several metres away, I noticed an Asian woman who kept watching me. Deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt, I continued searching for Brett. The woman then approached me and started asking me in broken English something that sounded like, “Are you a fan?” To save explanations, I simply nodded, still looking for Brett.
I later went to the ladies. The same woman was there and started talking to me. I signalled to her that I needed to go to the toilet. She apologised but the moment I came out to wash my hands, she was all over me with questions.
“Do you often watch the band play?”
“Do you come here often?”
“How do you find out about their gigs?”
“Can we be Facebook friends?”
“Can we go out together?”
It was all too much. And I still hadn’t found Brett. I quickly nodded to all five questions and made a hasty exit.
There was still no sign of Brett so I decided to ask a couple of the band members if they knew where he was. I noticed she was there, asking the band to autograph something for her. She then noticed I had my camera in my hand and made a beeline for me. “Do you want me to take a photo of you and the band?”
The look of annoyance on my face was enough for her to back off. She apologised and left me alone after that.
When I told Fred what happened, he said, “People like that are always suspicious. When they’ve only known you for five seconds and are already asking you to be friends…She sounds like a nut.”
“The impression I got was that she wanted to be friends with me because I’m Asian. I was like, f*ck off. I mix with people based on their personality, not their racial appearance. I have friends from all kinds of backgrounds.”
A Jewish girl I once knew called it the Instant Friends phenomenon. She told me she gets it from certain members of the Jewish community and she hates it. “The moment they find out I’m Jewish they want to be instant friends.”
To this day, Brett insists the woman was a lesbian. “Come on,” he said, “she likes you and was trying to hit on you.”
“She was there with a guy.”
“Oh.”
“And, even if she was and assuming that I’m also gay, I wouldn’t have gone out with her anyway. The overly attentiveness, the beer breath…Urgh!”
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