I like talking to strangers. While walking down the street or travelling on a bus, I sometimes have these incredible urges to pick someone to say "Hi!" to. But I don't want to frighten people, and at best, I'll probably get a rude stare or a mere shrug in response anyway. That has deterred me from over-friendly overtures on my crazier walking days.
In my younger days, when I used to still frequent the occasional club with my girlfriends, I'll just start conversations with strangers; the bartender when he's mixing my drink, the girls I meet while queuing up for the toilet, the chap on the next stool at the bar counter. I'll just think of the silliest thing in my head, and start from there. When caught off-guard, these strangers do show more candour and many a wacky conversation have I had. I've met a guy who drinks only orange juice at a club. Then there was this other guy who actually shaves his legs and armpits.
The ladies are usually cattier, but compliments work like a charm. Plus I get to know of great new shopping haunts or get to know of new beauty products to try out.
I usually stop when the going is good; I just wander off whenever I feel like it. More often than not, I leave without even knowing the name of the person I just spoke with. No need for such formalities and stuff. I was just looking for a chat you see; not for anything else.
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Gee! Now that you've put things into perspective for me, I guess it is no big deal. But I do like talking to strangers; but not sleeping with them.
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