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February 02, 2006

How not to pick me up: Lesson #1

I pass a number of upscale cafes and restaurants while walking home from work. Occasionally I'll duck into one of them and pick up a gourmet snack, the sort of thing that comes with blood orange dressing or gooseberry garnishes. Today I decided to try a little place that only served overpriced salad, no doubt on the vanguard of the silly raw food trend currently sweeping North America. The server chattered enthusiastically about various ingredients as he prepared my $8 takeaway dish, which is not altogether strange in places where customer service rules require you to be a talkative idiot. Not entirely unpleasant either, but I was only half-listening to the conversation because my thoughts were elsewhere.

At the cash register, he paused a moment with his hands protectively encircling the pretentious little salad. I waited for him to ring the bloody thing through, but he just stood there grinning foolishly.

Out of the blue, he asked me where I was from and if I had grown up here. "Born and raised," I replied. "Are you Muslim?" he asked, wide-eyed.

I love this question by the way. Certain answers work better than others, depending on where you are. Here, I tell people I'm atheist with liberal Muslim parents. In the Middle East, I tell them I'm non-practicing and try to change the subject.

"Atheist. Liberal Muslim parents," I said, eyeing my trapped salad. At this point I realized he was trying to pick me up, but I still had to be nice because he was holding my mesclun greens and avocado hostage. Nothing wrong with a guy trying, but bloody difficult to extract yourself from the situation when they're clutching your evening snack.

"Oh wow! I was just in the Middle East this summer! Jordan, Petra...I also went to Beirut, it was fabulous...the clubs, the bars, the atmosphere..." he was gushing uncontrollably now, falling all over himself describing his trek through the mystical lands of the East. Sounded like he'd taken the Michael Totten Tour of Lebanon, which is to say he went clubbing, maybe used his fine American passport to pick up a few local girls, and never left the rich districts of Beirut.

I smiled politely, patiently waiting in front of the cash register with my hands clasped in front of me. Stupidly, I mentioned my recent trip to Egypt, hoping in some mad way that it would speed up the conversation and get me out of there. Alas, no.

"Oh I've always wanted to go there! I hear Cairo is fantastic and chaotic and amazing! It's a shame there isn't peace in the Middle East, it'd be such an awesome place for vacations!"

More gushing, now turning to how beautiful Arabs were. Especially Lebanese. Clearly he was attempting to guess my ethnicity and work in a bit of weak flattery. I glanced pointedly at my salad, smiled at him politely. Made an offhand remark about peace being rather far away while watching my receipt print out.

"You know what? I really get the Palestinian problem. They're really getting a raw deal, what with those Israelis occupying their homeland. I can't believe they were all forced out of their homes and nobody talks about it! I'm ashamed that we support Israel but it's not surprising what with the East Coast domination of politics and you know how so many of them are powerful Jews that run the media..."

I blinked. Was this guy trying to pick me up by suggesting that the US was being controlled by a Jewish conspiracy or did he honestly believe that a cabal of Jews in NYC were secretly ruling America? The more he went on, the more I realized he actually believed it and assumed I did too because of my inferred background. I almost started laughing, except for the fact that I can't stand these tedious, emotive, one-sided moral high horse arguments about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

Bemused, I tried to give him a flyover view of recent Mideast history, foreign policy and state interests in the context of Israel, colonial governments and pan-Arabism, but quickly realized that none of it was sinking in. I held his gaze and smiled, gracefully snatching my salad out of his hands and making a beeline for the door.

"Great talking to you, but I've got to get going! Bye!"

Insufferable moron. Now I can't go into that restaurant ever again.

Posted by eerie at February 2, 2006 07:57 PM
Filed Under: Op-Ed , Society & Culture

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Oooh, I need to visit again so you can take me there! It could be so much fun.

Posted by: Eva Luna at February 2, 2006 09:58 PM

Hmm, so you're saying our little innocent did not impress/

Perhaps he needs a bit of assistance.

Posted by: The Lounsbury at February 3, 2006 12:27 AM

He did not impress.

One should not try to pick me up using Mideast politics unless one can easily pass the "Syriana Test", as DrDoug puts it.

Also odd that he guessed I was Lebanese.

Posted by: eerie at February 3, 2006 12:39 AM

Well, likely it was what came to mind.

Given his experience was the Levant.

Posted by: The Lounsbury at February 3, 2006 02:07 AM

The right way to pick eerie up:

"Here's your army of servants to serve your every whim. Which Carribbean island would you like?"

Posted by: ascendance at February 3, 2006 02:27 AM

its quite the good test, i must say.

a suitor also scores big points if they've read qaddafi's Green Book. shows that the person has a sense of humor!

Posted by: drdougfir at February 3, 2006 03:08 AM

Hilarious story. I think I blinked too.

Posted by: zurn at February 3, 2006 03:08 AM

dear eerie,

there's a TEST? as for qaddafi's book - who hasn't read it? when on a long trip & conversation topics exhausted -> whip out the green book for "guaranteed laughs".

i also don't see why you could never go back to that $8 place. if the guy is there again, & if he wants to chat again, just tell him to shut up & give you your salad. why let the existence of people like him limit your culinary universe? what are you - canadian??? in the city (n.y.c., that is) the first question ("so, where you're from?") would've resulted an a bored "what the fuck's that to you???" and the conversation would've ended.

did you not learn ANYTHING from reading l's posts and comments?

--raf*

Posted by: raf* at February 3, 2006 05:24 AM

"....what with the East Coast domination of politics and you know how so many of them are powerful Jews that run the media..."

He could have shortened his pickup line to "Hey my Dad worked in the Nixon White House."

Kudos to you for being a cutie who at least doesn't begrudge males their effort at trying.

Also, don't worry about a second pickup attempt, when you strode out the door he probably muttered, "yeah, she's a lesbian."

More seriously, don't let a jerky attempt at socialization scare you away from a chosen place of enjoyment; you should rule your destiny. IF Egypt didnt defeat you, nothing should.

Posted by: matthew hogan at February 3, 2006 08:32 AM

raf*:

i give it 100 to 1 odds that the salad server has never even heard of the green book before. believe me, it's a damn good test in north american circles. it's also a good test to see if they think it's funny or if they take it seriously.

E: next time i'm in canada, shall we go out for salads and drinks? i'll talk like L writes if that sort of thing turns you on.

E as a lebanese lesbian poptart indeed!

Posted by: drdougfir at February 3, 2006 01:00 PM

"Bemused, I tried to give him a flyover view of recent Mideast history, foreign policy and state interests in the context of Israel, colonial governments and pan-Arabism, but quickly realized that none of it was sinking in."

You tried even AFTER the "Jew media" remark?

I'm not sure whether to applaud you for your steadfastness or berate you for not making an immediate exit after the blink. Crazy people are like growling dogs--speak calmly and back away slowly. It's just a salad.

With regards to "begrudging males their effort", I disagree. Begrudge away, says I.

Posted by: mrblue92 at February 3, 2006 01:25 PM

So where does it place me if I confess that at age 12 or 14 I wrote to the Guide himself and got, for my troubles, a nice copy of the Green Book as well as assorted fun documents from the Libyans?

As for eerie's very Canadian politeness, she might adopt, were she to be like me, my stare down my nose and haughtily say "not from here evidently" as a piss off and leave me alone remark. It usually throws people off, makes them feel uncomfortable for asking and allows me to continue on my way.

Posted by: The Lounsbury at February 3, 2006 03:40 PM

"So where does it place me if I confess that at age 12 or 14 I wrote to the Guide himself and got, for my troubles, a nice copy of the Green Book as well as assorted fun documents from the Libyans?"

Really, really, REALLY altitude-sickness-inducing high on the "nerd" list.

Posted by: matthew hogan at February 3, 2006 04:49 PM

So where does it place me if I confess that at age 12 or 14 I wrote to the Guide himself and got, for my troubles, a nice copy of the Green Book as well as assorted fun documents from the Libyans?

Well, certainly no problem passing the "Syriana Test". More than a little peculiar though (which is not to say bad, just...odd).

As for our respective approaches, politeness aside I'm still not a terribly nice person. More subtle perhaps, but such differences amount to hairsplitting.

Posted by: eerie at February 3, 2006 05:08 PM

E: next time i'm in canada, shall we go out for salads and drinks? i'll talk like L writes if that sort of thing turns you on.

Hah, no comment

Posted by: eerie at February 3, 2006 05:12 PM

dear all,

what IS the "syriana test"? and what's the prize?

--raf*

Posted by: raf* at February 3, 2006 07:11 PM

Raf: It involves making someone watch Syriana and observing their reactions. If the person keeps asking questions or misses the point, he/she is unworthy of your attention.

As for the reward, that depends on who is administering the test.

Posted by: eerie at February 3, 2006 07:53 PM

Raf: i could tell you the reward that i dole out but then eerie might get jealous. i'd also probably have to kill you, or some other bondesque type gesture.

perhaps as one of the selected bibliographies or other hanger-on pages we should include a section on how to quickly screen potential friend/date/relations applicants against MENA awareness...

Posted by: drdougfir at February 3, 2006 09:44 PM

Just here to say that I thought it strange when my beloved m-i-l said she spent the summers of her youth seeking out museums and the like, rather than out on the beach or in the pools like any other normal kid. Now that l has admitted to his youthful indiscretion, well, my m-i-l no longer looks quite so strange.
That she can be as charming as l in animated discussions on the finer points of politics, history, religion, and why you showed up with a two-door rental car when she clearly stated that only a four-door would be acceptable, a discussion that involved a large crowd on Amsterdam & 95th - both on the street and hanging out from their windows - taking bets on how many rounds it would go, is probably, it would appear, not a coincidence.

Posted by: pantom at February 4, 2006 01:02 AM

Bother, a man shows a youthful interest in the thought of Muammar Qaddaffi and this is nerdy? Rubbish, it's avante garde, as my appreciation for Libyan TV.

Nevertheless, I am pleased I am as charming as Pantom's mother-in-law.

Posted by: The Lounsbury at February 4, 2006 02:47 AM

"Bother, a man shows a youthful interest in the thought of Muammar Qaddaffi and this is nerdy? Rubbish, it's avante garde, as my appreciation for Libyan TV."

Not nerdy, that, VERY VERY nerdy.

OTOH, I had finger rings of Greek gods from Metropolitcan Museum of Art in adolescence. Nerdy and "faggy".

Posted by: matthew hogan at February 4, 2006 11:59 AM

Right, and everyone already knows about my teenage preoccupation with Marcus Aurelius. Weird and nerdy kindred spirits, we are.

Posted by: eerie at February 4, 2006 12:13 PM

Wonderful read!

Posted by: ridemycamel at February 5, 2006 04:05 AM

it's good to know that every single person with any remote interest in MENA and eerie's salad-fettish love life had a horridly nerdy childhood.

i will tactfully refrain from mentioning my rather... perculiar... childhood obsessions.

Posted by: drdougfir at February 5, 2006 01:10 PM

dear every single one of you,

you're weird.

thanks for the answer re: "syriana" test, though. although, dear drdougfir, apart from me not caring about the kinds of rewards you dole out (& me being rather suspicious of how jealous eerie might actually get ... dear e, does this sort of online flirtation work? ya'nii - any more than what the salad dude tried?) ... do bring on the bond-esque type gesture(s). it might de-nerdify this whole gang.

i now picture you all with taped glasses & pocket protectors.

yalla ... must get back to chopping wood & eating raw meat.

--raf*

Posted by: raf* at February 5, 2006 02:19 PM

So where does it place me if I confess that at age 12 or 14 I wrote to the Guide himself and got, for my troubles, a nice copy of the Green Book as well as assorted fun documents from the Libyans?

That takes the cake. Hope they didn't sell their mailing list to a junk mail company.

Posted by: zurn at February 5, 2006 03:09 PM

Actually, Zurn, I had several fine years of information on the Guide.

Always enjoyed his interesting approach to being an eccentric.

Posted by: The Lounsbury at February 6, 2006 10:45 AM

I think I should take the Michael Totten Tour of Lebanon. Although I am wondering how to use my Western passport to pick up the ladies. Do I just casually flash it, or do I have to talk with a loud American accent? haha

Posted by: showtime17 at February 6, 2006 03:15 PM

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