While in Boston this past weekend, an old drunk approached me and kid sister while we were sitting/resting outside the Chinatown entrance. I'm sure the women folk can understand where I'm going with this...you're sitting there minding your own business and some drunk fool/creeper walks up to you and starts babbling on in inaudible English. You want to run away but you don't want to be rude so you sit there and take it.
Yeah, we've all been there.
So this dude starts going in on how beautiful I am and mumbles something along the lines of, "where are you from?" after going on and on about how he loves all kinds of women. It was so inaudible that kid sister had to translate after many awkward moments of me starring blankly at him after he'd stopped talking while I tried to process WTF was happening. The thought process was so deep I literally didn't hear him stop talking, although it wouldn't have made much difference if I had anyway because I couldn't understand a word he was saying. He probably thought I was psycho or something. Whatevs.
Anywhos, he threw out a couple interesting suggestions, some of which I'd heard before but they still don't make sense to me:
I laughed slightly, to keep from engaging too much, and told him I was just regular black. He was visibly disappointed with my response, although I'm not sure if that's because he guessed wrong or being Brown was just too boring for him. I didn't care either way, I just really wanted him to go away.
This is the 3rd or 4th time someone has mistaken me for Indian/Pakistani, so he wasn't totally alone in that regard. But I don't get it; I don't think I look Pakistani or Indian at all, do you?
That's a for reals question.
One person says something, OK, they're just crazy. But when several people say something, they might be onto something. I've heard it's the nose ring that does it, but I've never seen a nhappy-headed Indian before, so that would pretty much seal it for me. I don't know, man...
The ol' drunk said a bunch of other things but they were inaudible too, so pretty much our convo consisted of a bunch of "uh huhs" and "OKs" on my behalf. He eventually went away when I motioned to kid sister that we were leaving; he said he would go so we wouldn't have to.
At least some of his chivalry was still alive.
Yeah, we've all been there.
So this dude starts going in on how beautiful I am and mumbles something along the lines of, "where are you from?" after going on and on about how he loves all kinds of women. It was so inaudible that kid sister had to translate after many awkward moments of me starring blankly at him after he'd stopped talking while I tried to process WTF was happening. The thought process was so deep I literally didn't hear him stop talking, although it wouldn't have made much difference if I had anyway because I couldn't understand a word he was saying. He probably thought I was psycho or something. Whatevs.
*SN* Why do drunk people feel the need to speak??
Anywhos, he threw out a couple interesting suggestions, some of which I'd heard before but they still don't make sense to me:
- Pakistani
- Indian
- Dominican
I laughed slightly, to keep from engaging too much, and told him I was just regular black. He was visibly disappointed with my response, although I'm not sure if that's because he guessed wrong or being Brown was just too boring for him. I didn't care either way, I just really wanted him to go away.
This is the 3rd or 4th time someone has mistaken me for Indian/Pakistani, so he wasn't totally alone in that regard. But I don't get it; I don't think I look Pakistani or Indian at all, do you?
That's a for reals question.
One person says something, OK, they're just crazy. But when several people say something, they might be onto something. I've heard it's the nose ring that does it, but I've never seen a nhappy-headed Indian before, so that would pretty much seal it for me. I don't know, man...
The ol' drunk said a bunch of other things but they were inaudible too, so pretty much our convo consisted of a bunch of "uh huhs" and "OKs" on my behalf. He eventually went away when I motioned to kid sister that we were leaving; he said he would go so we wouldn't have to.
At least some of his chivalry was still alive.
