So, I was at a club the other night and some woman came over to chat me up.
Her: "Blah, blah, blah."
Me: "Oh, blah, blah, blah"
Her: "You're so funny. So, where are you from?"
Me: [Having recently decided that it's important not to negate this big ass chunk of who/why/how I am] "I grew up in Germany."
Her: [smiling] "Wow! How long have you lived here?"
Me: [After a couple of drinks not realizing that she wasn't asking me when I moved from my house on the other side of town to my new place on this side of town.] "Oh, a couple of months."
Her: [Very pedantic] "Well, you can just say that you're from here now.
WTF?!? That's when I realized that she was asking me how long I'd been in country. So, you're telling a grown ass woman, that you think has been living abroad until a couple of months ago to just claim whatever city she finds herself in. Cuh-rist. Where are you from? I think I would have felt spurned if the power imbalance were tilted in the other direction, but she sought me out because she thought there was something engaging about me. Probably my eyebrows. I have very sexy eyebrows.
Me: [Slow nod of feigned agreement. Walks away to the dancefloor.]
Uhm- I have such deep-seated shit about growing up in Germany that I had to start a blog about it. Hello?
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