Cheese: 1; guy asking me out at the cheese island: 0
The strangest place a guy has tried to pick me up is the cheese island at Harris Teeter.
The nicest place that happened was a snowy sidewalk in the middle of the block we both lived on.
The first place I saw my boyfriend was a dance studio about 10 years before we got together.
There are times that the place I've met someone seems to make all the difference -- or that place becomes invested with new meaning because of an encounter there. Where have you met dates? What are the scenes of your glorious or pathetic strike-outs? Mine was the freshman mixer dance at college. I drank some fuzzy navels, then told the cutest boy there exactly how cute I thought he was.
I still can't think of the student union without seeing his face, lit by the strobe light, rolling his eyes.
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When I was 17, a guy started hitting on me while my best friend and I were waiting in line for some attraction at a waterpark in Florida. That was really, really strange.
Then he gave me his business card: He was an Irish jockey. Probably at least 35. Trying to pick me up at Disney World, basically.
That's probably the strangest place anyone has ever asked me for a date.
Posted on August 9, 2007 8:08 AM