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...)

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Clearly the politeness of the continental hasn't quite reached our pea-sized minds...

Fri, 27 Jun 2008

 

 

Or she picked up that you were on the prowl ?!

Sat, 28 Jun 2008

 

 

Haha, possibly (although, for the record, that was the last thing on my mind at that point!).

Alex Harries - Sat, 28 Jun 2008