This is an old post that I wrote back in 2014, but never got around to posting (together with the second half of my travels in Europe that year). Since it seems to be complete, I thought I should let it see the light of day. Hope you enjoy my mini cringe-story!
I was originally planning to do one post per city, but some of the small stories are legit worth their own post. Plus, the main city posts were getting too long lol.
So this scene took place after dinner in Zurich. Natascha and I just had the greatest fondue in this little restaurant in the city centre with traditional music and cute homely decor, and were on our way to Lindenplatz for some photos. This Asian guy (pretty sure he’s Chinese, but doesn’t seem to be from China) comes up and asks us where the nearest maccas is. My reaction is “why the heck you lookin’ for maccas in this beautiful city???” but I bit it back and let Natascha give him the directions. Only a few words into answering this guy’s question, he suddenly says “actually, I didn’t really want to know where maccas is. I just wanted to talk to you guys”
To add insult to injury, he then TURNS and says “specifically, you” to me. You kidding? Cut my friend off, and then push her out the convo? Um, never talking to you again once we get away. ==
Funny thing is that he then said he’s from Zurich, and Natascha was like “ooooh really” because his behaviour is clearly unlike what you would expect of someone from Zurich. He backed out of talking about himself so fast lmao.
He then followed us for a couple of minutes, and offered to take a photo of Natascha and I for us. Of course, photo opportunities taken by someone else is always snapped up fast. Then after, he jokingly said that he wanted pay for the photo, or alternatively, my number.
At times like this, I am really glad that I am a blogger, and have business cards for my blog. It’s like THE best opportunity to promote my blog, and I didn’t even need to actively promote it lol. Of course, I crossed out my number because I was getting weeeeird vibes from him as I only leave it there for business use.
So I gave him a business card, and Natascha and I were let off to continue on our way in peace.
To the guy: if you’re reading this – it’s better to straight up get to the point and be refused than to have your embarrassing ass hauled out on the internet for the whole world to learn a lesson from. Just be glad I don’t remember your name bro.
At times like this, I fully understand my mom’s concern over me travelling alone. Sometimes you just end up at the wrong place at the wrong time, and things just don’t end well. Thankfully this guy wasn’t creepy per se, but if it had been some proper creeper then the situation could totally have been quite dangerous…
And that is the number one most weird way both Natascha and I have seen someone try to chat us (or anyone else) up! Please, Gods above, let this be the first and last time.