No not Soft Cell of ‘Tainted Love’ fame, instead I’m talking about a slightly surreal experience I had earlier today. To temporarily stave off the hypnotic powers of the golf coverage (The Open is on at the moment for those not up to speed) I took a drive into town – not with anything specific in mind, but I do like to people-watch and window-shop! There’s just something intriguing, and sometimes amusing, about seeing different individuals wrapped up in their own little worlds. Anyway, after meandering through the shopping centre for a while, I was snapped out of my own daydreaming:
“Hey, hello… Yeah, you!”
It took me a couple of seconds to register that the words were coming from a girl (about 20) a few metres from some sort of stall/temporary shop. She was quite pretty in a distinctive kind of way, and I approached her.
Her: “Wow, you have really nice skin – what do you use?”
Me: [slightly surprised] “Er, just a bit of standard moisturiser.”
Her: [now reaching for and holding my hands] “You have a beautiful face.”
Me: [thoroughly embarrassed] “I bet you tell all the boys that.”
Her: [leading me to the stall] “No, you know you look good. Come here and have a look at these…”
Me: [still a bit flustered] “Um… No sorry, I really have to go. I don’t have the time.”
Her: “Don’t worry, come back later.”
And with that I smiled and left. The exchange couldn’t have taken more than a minute or two, but it left me feeling flattered, happy, confused and a bit annoyed. Now I’d like to think that she wasn’t lying as she reeled me in, complimenting my complexion, because it’s great having a cute girl say that. However, I’m not stupid and I bet she had repeated the same spiel to a dozen guys before and a dozen guys after. So in the end maybe I’d have preferred the hard-sell approach, where I’m quite adept at telling overzealous salesmen to politely fuck off!
P.S. I went on to buy a rather nice red T-shirt :)