Don't talk to strangers!Me: There are too many men on this train!
Marita: NOW, you're complaining??
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We are on the train in K.L. on our way to a work appointment. I'm feeling all giddy about being on a train (because there are no trains in Sarawaklah), so I decide that I want to talk a stranger.
First, I smile broadly at everyone in sight. Almost everyone else ignores me, except for the nice older Malay man who gives me a tentative smile.
Then, I turn to the first guy who's next to me, and the following is the stuff of scintillating conversations I usually have with total strangers:
Tall, bald guy: Hello.
Me: So... off to work?
TBG: Where are you heading?
Me: To the zoo!
TBG: Where are you from?
Me: Oh! I'm local but not from here.
Me: Er, I mean I'm from Sarawak. ha haa.
TBG: Are you still studying?
Me: *indignant* NO. I'm working now.
TBG: Where do you work?
Me: *mumble, mumble, getting a bit uncomfortable* oh, I work for an ngo... *trails off*
Me: So what do you do?
TBG: *talks about his job*
Me: *kinda bored*
TBG: *talks more about his job*
Me: : *stops listening, and am staring with fascination with his smooth, bald head*
TBG: oh, this is my stop - here's my card - call me!
Me: *ha ha ha - yeah, right*
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Yeah, I'm terrible.
I mean, he was pretty cute (and tall!) but honestly, who picks up a total stranger? He could be an ax-murderer for all I know. Yeah, I definitely kept that in mind when I gave my phone number to the other potential ax-murderer who picked me up in the mall. Gosh, I'm so smart. One thing about K.L. though that I don't mind, the men are a lot more up-front than the men here..... who don't do nothing, I tell you.