I just had an encounter of the third kind and thought about sharing it here:
Guy: where from? (my thoughts: great, just great ... not even an implied greeting, asking personal questions a lot too soon and too lazy to write properly... let's see if I can come up with a silly answer)
Me: from the place at the end of the rainbow, the place where heaven and earth meet and the place where the sun meets the moon
Guy: sounds romantic
Me: oh, it certainly is
Guy: where are we going for our fist date?
Me: for our date? how come you think we are ever going out for a date?
Guy: i was touching you the right way so you got horny and asked me out for a date.
Me: either I have amnesia or you are making all of that up ... and I certainly don't remember having amnesia, so that leaves us with only one option
Guy: So we skip the date and just fuk [sic!] ?
Me: well, I certainly don't remember having amnesia, so that leaves us with only one option...
Guy: *touch your croch [sic!] ... i didn't know you have a dong...
Me: I certainly don't remember having amnesia, so that narrows the options down quite a bit ...
Guy: wait a minute... are you a dude?
Me: I certainly don't remember having amnesia, so there is only one option left
Guy: what would that option be?
Me: which option? who said anything about an option?
Guy: I love your cock...
Me: Do I know you? I can't quite recall having met you before...
Guy: we met at the supermarket grocery isle
Me: grocery isle? Hmmm... no, I don't remember ever having been there....
After that he gave up. Was probably of these sort that think everyone that isn't jonesing for their ... sexual attention is automatically a man in women's clothing, but that conversation certainly made my day, despite its weirdness.
Guy: where from? (my thoughts: great, just great ... not even an implied greeting, asking personal questions a lot too soon and too lazy to write properly... let's see if I can come up with a silly answer)
Me: from the place at the end of the rainbow, the place where heaven and earth meet and the place where the sun meets the moon
Guy: sounds romantic
Me: oh, it certainly is
Guy: where are we going for our fist date?
Me: for our date? how come you think we are ever going out for a date?
Guy: i was touching you the right way so you got horny and asked me out for a date.
Me: either I have amnesia or you are making all of that up ... and I certainly don't remember having amnesia, so that leaves us with only one option
Guy: So we skip the date and just fuk [sic!] ?
Me: well, I certainly don't remember having amnesia, so that leaves us with only one option...
Guy: *touch your croch [sic!] ... i didn't know you have a dong...
Me: I certainly don't remember having amnesia, so that narrows the options down quite a bit ...
Guy: wait a minute... are you a dude?
Me: I certainly don't remember having amnesia, so there is only one option left
Guy: what would that option be?
Me: which option? who said anything about an option?
Guy: I love your cock...
Me: Do I know you? I can't quite recall having met you before...
Guy: we met at the supermarket grocery isle
Me: grocery isle? Hmmm... no, I don't remember ever having been there....
After that he gave up. Was probably of these sort that think everyone that isn't jonesing for their ... sexual attention is automatically a man in women's clothing, but that conversation certainly made my day, despite its weirdness.