Yankeebean’s American-ness vs. English Chick’s English-ness
Posted on February 27, 2009 by yankeebean
Aaaaaaaaand – Yankeebean wins!!!
But before I revel in my creepy success (yes, it’s creepy, I’m not proud of my ‘us vs. them attitude), there are some facts that are important to this story:
Fact 1 – I am a musician and being a musician means meeting and getting to know as many other musicians as humanly possible.
Fact 2 – I am a very smiley person, this (I feel) is often confused with flirtation. But it isn’t, Mr Nice Guy is all the English man I need
Fact 3 – I don’t have a great track record with English women. They don’t warm to me… The don’t even luke-warm to me… Maybe it’s the accent, maybe it’s the hair, who knows (who cares?)
SO, now for the tale of my creepy triumph…
I went to a gig in York recently and was introduced to a Recording Engineer and his girlfriend. So I did the ‘networking’ thing – y’know – ‘so tell me more about what you do’, ‘what does that involve?’, ‘are you ever looking for a piano/synth player’, yada yada yada… (It’s the broken record of networking)
And WHAT is his girlfriend doing during all this? STARING AT ME LIKE I HAVE 3 HEADS! And not just 3 heads – 3 EVIL HEADS!!
I mean, for God’s sake, WHAT??? Something in my nose?? Eye lash in my third-eye?? Tail showing from under skirt???
What is it about me that makes me get that look? Sometimes I think it’s the faux-flirtation thing – they think I’m husband hunting? Sometimes I wonder if they think I’m stupid because I smile so much (I get patronized a lot – but just for the record, ‘happy’ and ‘naïve’ are not the same thing.) Or then again, they could just have a problem wit my 3 evil heads…
But this time I took it as a personal challenge. THIS TIME I decided to just keep going – see what would happen.
Snarky comment? Cat fight? Spontaneous combustion? If it doesn’t kill me, I’ll be stronger, right? So on I went, chirpy as anything, and trying to involve the English chick at every opportunity. Determined not to be derailed by her raised eyebrows and unimpressed, un-blinking stare.
At first she tried (well struggled) to smile back at me each time I smiled at her. Then, after awhile, she started whispering into her boyfriend’s ear while we were chatting. Then, eventually, he whispered back to her and she stropped off and LEFT!
That’s right, she left! I was SO chirpy and friendly that she actually fled the scene. I guess it’s that ‘fight or flight’ instinct, and I think she made the right call…
So in Yankeebean vs. the English Chick – *dingdingding* – Yankeebean wins!!
And the crowd goes wild!