How Not to Pick Up Girls in Boston
All Posts, My Life, Travel|Well well well. ‘Tis truly a funny world we live in.
Eric and I finished packing up the trade show booth and headed back onto the I-95 to Canada. We’d planned on stopping at some mega-mall of a Chinese restoraunt on the highway but missed it. A quick stop at the next gas station and the guy directed us to a place down the road. Nice place, but that’s not what this story is about.
I stepped outside for a fag and noticed a woman on her cell phone, we caught eyes and smiled. I am Australian after all and friendly is our middle name (unless you are John Howard). As I smoked she walked over and asked me “Are you Robert?”
To say that I was confused is an understatement. “Yes… umm how do I know you?”. She replied that she was supposed to meet a tall guy called Robert with short hair and glasses outside the eatery. I didn’t know what to say and just mumbled “Sorry, wrong Robert.”
The poor thing turned and ran into the carpark. After she left I wished I’d invited her to dinner with us. Being stood up must suck. It must suck even more when the person you think you’re meeting seems to get cold feet and brushes you off.
