Last week I was editing photos at Starbucks because I had a ton to do and if I work from home then I watch Friends while I’m working which makes everything take twice as long because I keep getting distracted by the show. Anyway, I got a drink, said hi to my barista friends, then set up camp in the corner with my headphones in so I wouldn’t be distracted. I was sitting there no longer than 5 minutes before a man dressed in a business suit who appeared to be around my age waved at me to get my attention. I popped an earbud out and he asked, “Where are you from?”
“Here, I guess. I’ve been in Memphis almost 7 years now.”
“Oh, I thought you were European.”
Blank stare from me. “Oh, um, well… no.”
“You look very European. And you dress like you’re from Europe, too.”
Awkward rambling response from me, “Thanks? Um, that’s cool. I mean I guess I spent some time living overseas as a teenager, but it was China so that’s not Europe. My family is from the British Isles, but that’s been a long time back…” inwardly I’m thinking “Just stop talking, Rach. Just stop talking.”
He apparently found my rambling endearing because he grinned and shared with me that he had spent some time in South Korea and we chatted for a minute or two more (he asked what I was working on so I showed him the photos I was editing). I mentioned my husband and it was soon after that when he left with a polite goodbye. He might have been flirting or he might have just been the super friendly sort. However if he was flirting then I have to tell you: I’ve heard a lot of pick up lines in my day, but “I thought you were European” is a new one for me. 😉
And because I had to document my “European look” I took a photo when I got home from Starbucks. I am no fashion blogger and this shot was taken with the timer on my cellphone so it’s not the best quality. But here you have it:
Yes, my friends, I am dark featured and curly headed (it’s still wavy & kinky even when it’s braided like in this photo). I’m asked often, especially when people hear my last name, if I’m Italian. The last name came with the marriage, I always tell them. People don’t believe me when I tell them that both my parents are fair skinned (and my dad’s a red head to boot!). What can I say? I’m a genetic freak (who takes after her grandmother). 😉
Met any friendly strangers lately?
Do you look like your family in coloring or do you stick out like me?