Hana Shafi Stranger Danger

The other day I was trying to be a badass bitch stomping around downtown Toronto in my platform heels and an itty bitty skirt. I got a tad bit lost trying to get to my destination. So naturally, I awkwardly shuffled to a random street corner and began frantically texting my friends. And as I’m standing, a total stranger comes up to me and attempts to get my number.

What is the psychology behind attempting to pick-up a total stranger? Mind you, outside of a bar/club atmosphere. 

Is it confidence or creepiness or just plain boredom? I can’t understand what drives someone to actually attempt something that has 90 per cent chance of failure (I just made up that statistic). 

Even if you’re not completely creepy and generally good-looking, most women have inhibitions about giving their contact info to a complete stranger in the middle of the city. Especially if you’re spending countless weeknights watching Criminal Minds. Said gentlemen that tried to get my number even highlighted this fact, saying that he noticed me before but didn’t wanna approach me because “people can be weird in the city.” Yeah, thanks for reminding me buddy.

Now they’ve got all these fake number apps because of the sheer awkwardness of turning down someone who isn’t necessarily being rude or scary, but.... I mean are you kidding me? No you can’t have my number, I have no idea who you are. There is, of course, the oh so popular “sorry I have a boyfriend” lie, but stammering clumsy fuckers like myself always seem to forget this one. In the scenario I was in, I stupidly rambled on about how I couldn’t take his number, because I was late to meet my friends. 

Worst part of all, after I politely rejected him, I figured out where I needed to go and we ended up walking in the same direction. Great.

Thankfully, said gentleman respectfully walked away, but other times these pushy anonymous pick-up artists do not quit. They’ll try all kinds of lines and negotiations that you’re practically suffocated by the second hand embarrassment because no matter what they say, it’s still a “NO” and an awkward shuffle away. 

I suppose there is some aspect of bravery in making a respectful attempt to obtain the digits of a hot stranger, but then again, there’s a fine line between bravery and overwhelming arrogance. Here’s some advice, hitting on strangers in bars and clubs is pretty normal, but even when you’re nice, approaching someone on a street corner is a definite no. Chill buddy, this isn’t a movie. Instead of spontaneous James Bond-esque sex, a pitiful dismissal is more likely.





Well I guess I don't have to spend the weekend fiugirng this one out!

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