Alex Harries's diary

One thing in Ibiza last week which reminded me how fascinating clubbers can be is how people respond to randoms approaching them in nightclubs. Take, for example, the responses when a girl is approached by a guy - in this case, "the guy" in question was none other than myself, a messy, grinning, glowstick-wielding mess:

The Spanish

• Me: "Hellooooo!"
• Her: "Hi! :)"
• Me: "Paul Van Dyk is a legend!"
• Her: "Yeah! What's your name?"
• (Conversation ensues)

The French

• Me: "Hi! What's your name?"
• Her: "Hello! I'm Corinne. What's your name?"
• Me: "I'm Alex. This night is f***ing amazing!" (Ok, so I'm embarrassingly enthusiastic about good tunes)
• Her: "Yeah!"
• (Conversation ensues)

The English

• Me: "Hi!"
• Her: "I have a boyfriend" (cue frosty, evil glare)
• Me: "Ooooooooooookayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...."
  

Have I missed something here? Or are some people seriously this enamoured with themselves?

Very odd... ;o)

(p.s. I'm thinking that option 2 is the best plan at the moment...)