But seriously ... a little creativity doesn't hurt. If I didn't have a husband, I'd be seriously concerned at my future prospects with some of the offensive-ish pick-up lines I've been subject to over the years. Guys, I get it — it's hard to approach women in bars. But apparently it's more appropriate to ask me what "kind" of Asian I am rather than finding out what I do for a living. Shudder. Yet again, I'm glad I tied the knot early in life. It makes these kinds of encounters more funny than annoying.
The strangest/most hilariously awkward pick-up lines have actually come when I'm at Irish bars — go figure. Just yesterday, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, Annie suggested grabbing a green beer at the Auld Dubliner in Tustin. I'm game, so off we go. After a few minutes of catching up, a little guy dressed in green comes over and clinks glasses with us, then walks away. His buddy comes by a little after that to play wingman, and decides to go the race route. I've had more than a few discussions about my ethnicity, but this one really had to top the list of the most uncomfortable, ungraceful pick-up lines I've ever experienced.
Convo at the Auld Dubliner: "Annie? What kind of name is that? Korean? Vietnamese?" Huh? American? "Oh like little orphan Annie? With curly red hair?" Yeah ... no.
Also:
Frequently when I'm out drinking: "So what kind are you?" Ugh.
Nonsensical, during the U.S. Open: "You're Asian. You must surf." Uh ...
At yet another Irish bar: "You're not Irish." Really? Can someone get me a mirror?
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
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