Most of the time, the story goes “boy meets girl and whatever-twisted-plot-you’d-like-to-insert-there”. Well, for me it was rather “girl meets weird talkative lonely man”.
I’m no Pauline, I luuurve the over-friendliness and I’m so thrilled everytime I get to drop a meaningless “How are you doing?”.
But. This. Man.
First, he wanted me to read him the book I was holding - as if, dude. Second, he was wearing a coat, but no shirt whatsoever - how practical. Third, he smelled (though he claimed not to be a homeless - I have my doubts I must say…).
Then he casually admitted to be hitting on me. And that was before he asked me whether I was in high school or not. (You were thinking it was gross, it just got grosser.)
Then he asked me out for coffee. Needless to say how tempted it was to accept. I had just met my Charming Prince, after all, right?
At this point, the story goes “girl was filled with relief as she saw her bus coming, jumped in said bus and never looked back”. The end.
So yeah, basically, movies and TV shows are just bullshitting us big time when people meet randomly in the street and fall madly in love. In real life, you most likely get teethless smelly madmen.
