Talking To Strangers

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Classic or Dud - especially in pubs!

Tom, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

The one & only time I tried doing that for the sake of talking to a stranger (@ a Kristin Hersh concert sometime in '99), I chatted with this gentleman that seemed nice enough, except for the fact that he was an inept conversationalist. More inept than me, I imagine. I scared him off by asking if he was so-and-so from a mailing list. I didn't mean to scare him off, and I really don't think I did - he said "no", took a few steps away, and I wandered off to some other corner. Therefore, a personal dud in that regard.

However, I've met some rather nice people by striking up conversations brought about by coincidence and the events at hand (usually in my college classes; NEVER at a concert). If I tried chatting up folks @ a bar, I'd probably come off as such an interesting person that my sober persona would seem as a crashing bore. Or else I'd act like a drunk asshole. For the sake of my self-esteem, I'll assume the drunk asshole hypothesis.

So, my final vote is Undecided. Democracy rulez!

David Raposa, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I had quite an interesting conversation with an Australian Hare Krishna devotee on Union Square yesterday. He was giving me some speil about yoga and vegetarianism, but I managed to turn the conversation round to how he got into religion. Turns out he was a computer programmer in Australia, so we had a bizarre conversation about whether the internet's tendency to de-materialise social relations and economic objects was in any way a form of 'spiritualisation' of capitalism. (He thought not.) This led on to Japanese Buddhism, the WTC bombing, etc.

Then we shook hands and I walked off, still refusing to take one of his shabby little books.

Momus, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Every time I go to an indie-pop show, I wind up getting cornered by a 40-year-old who is hugely into the Beautiful South and is excited to have gotten away from the wife and kids long enough to talk endlessly about this. I don't know if this is just me, or if I'm just too polite, but it's ridiculous, and it happens every time. I mean, I feel bad that these guys' suburban lives have deprived them of the opportunity to talk about the music they like, but I can only nod agreeably through about three minutes of talk about how vapid pop music is, how pretentious indie music is, and how great it is that the Lucksmiths exist. There are a lot of guys like this in the midwest.

To answer the question: no, I never deliberately talk to strangers, for fear of bothering them.

Nitsuh, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Do stalkers count?

Michael Daddino, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Hi, strangers!

dinosaur, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Classic... but it depends on the town. Seattle is a great bar town; in fact, that's part of the problem. It seems that's what people think is the only place for them to get a date.

It's far less awkward if you're with a bunch of friends. Or if you're going to be DJing in one of them -- like I will be doing in the near future... heh heh heh

Brian MacDonald, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

All depends if you ever talk to the stalker, I guess.

I generally don't strike up conversations with people. If one talks to me, though, I'll try and be voluble, though if I'm in a bad mood I try to project that so I am left alone. ;-) Last stranger I talked to was the new bus driver last Tuesday, and you can guess what the subject was. :-/

Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Brian, you lush, you rapscallion, I think you are just trying to make all of us come visit you and see your mystic powers in ac-TI-ON!

Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Actually, something that I discovered the last time I DJed at the Lava Lounge (in Seattle)...

Playing rock with female vocals is a winner

  • Girls in bars like hearing rock music with female vocals... especially if it's everything from Suzi Quatro to Bjork to Bonnie St. Clair to Shonen Knife.
  • Guys like bars with lots of girls in them
  • Guys pack bars with lots of girls in them, which are packing the bar themselves..
  • DJs like DJing at bars that give them a percentage of the bar profits
You get mah meaning?

Brian MacDonald, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Always . On the bus, in church everywhere. Some of my best friends were random bus strangers.

anthony, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I have good conversations with black women.

Most of the time, people who start conversations with me seem kinda creepy, though I'm not sure if it's them or if I just think it's weird that this stranger is talking to me.

Starting conversations with perfect strangers on the bus or in a bar generally seems totally contrived and useless. I think I've been missing the point.

I love grocery store clerks who get defensive about having to card me for beer.

Cryosmurf, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Last weekend: I had a conversation with a homeless vet about recent events. I couldn't focus on little else but the fucked up history that had/was occuring.

jason, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Obviously classic cause I wouldn't be here, now would I? Seriously, it depends on the situation. I rarely do it in clubs/pubs. Best peeps to talk to are non-locals. If you start chatting to my home peolpe, you'll be asked if the psychologist of yer mental hospital let you out for a day.

nathalie, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Live in person I am utter rubbish, until someone talks to me. Interestingly, three of my all-time closest friends are ppl who are GRATE at chatting to strangers. PT = the Dulwich Oprah. RS in a pub casually swings rd from the table we are at to yabber to the foax at the next table all night instead. TJ I met at a private view three years ago, where she beelined me and Made a Connection.

Joke abt TJ (= Talitha): When aliens land, and say their classic line, it is their accent misleading us. Actually they are saying "Take us to Talitha," who they met at a private view three years ago.

On the net no prob.

mark s, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Why is it easier on the net, Mark?

nathalie, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Nathalie: I have no idea. Text is home to me, maybe: perhaps I am a never-motionless shark prowling in an ocean of signs. I am also Mr Total Telephone Wuss.

mark s, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

It's dud when random pissed up Irishmen come up to you in pubs in Kilburn and blame you personally for the potato famine in Ireland. Being born several hundred years after is no excuse apparently.

cabbage, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Verbal/non-Verbal conversational communication v.diff to text. Studying videos of own social interaction with fellow students during social work training was a (disturbing) revelation but v. educational. Virtually everyone found themselves watching aghast as their own self-image crumbled compared with the reality on video.

stevo, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Strangers usually want something from me. Fuck 'em.

dave q, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Fucking strangers, that's another topic.

On the talking issue, I find the first moment of contact with strangers exhilarating, but running into them again gets more and more awkward as your relationship descends into what symbolic interactionists call 'phatic' grunts: 'How ya doin'?' etc. You realise that your friends are, by and large, friends for a reason: that you have something in common with them beyond two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth.

Momus, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

talking of talking to starngers, someone i know is organising a 'commuter breakfats' the idea is that all the commuters , who normally just sit there waiting for the first tube without saying anything at a tube station (for some reason, willesden green) are all going to have breakfats together. waitrose (?!) is providing tea and coffee, and london underground are fully supportive.its happening on oct 31st.

is that a good idea? i think its kinda cute....

ambrose, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

this commuter breakfast thing reminded me of this, particularly this story.

the breakfasts sound like a nice idea, but i think all people may have in common is that they ride on the same tube

m jemmeson, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I find it hard enough to talk to people I know (sometimes) let alone strangers. Like Mark, internet is easy, because people come up with a topic and it is impossible for my quiet voice to get shouted down. Unless everyone chooses to ignore this.

Bill, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I'm way better at talking to strangers than w/friends.

Which makes me wonder: in what category are all of YOU??

Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i love talking to strangers but 3 things get in my way.
1) shyness. i do not say things because i think, "what if they get annoyed?"
2) cliques...everyone already has their three to ten friends and they talk to no one else. well, 85% of the people.
3) worst of all is having nothing to talk about. i am not good at small talk. i can talk about religion, a few authors and bands, and respond to flirting (but not initiate it), and that's about it.

Maria, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

dud.

carsmilesteve, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

dude.

dinosaur, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

seven years pass...

Today as we were leaving for a drive some woman came over to the drivers side of the car and said the following to me:

Excuse me I've noticed lately a lot of women driving men around and I don't know why that is. Why are you driving and not him? and I was just like . . . . um . . . Then she said, see I'm in my 50s and I'm used to seeing the men drive their ladies around so I don't understand this trend of women driving instead of the men and I said well actually - he doesn't even drive so in this situation there's no option besides I LOVE driving. She then said, oh well don't make a habit of it.

SO STRANGE.

sloth say hi to me (ENBB), Monday, 8 June 2009 00:49 (sixteen years ago)

should have rolled down your window and yelled HES BRITISHES ITS A OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD THING and then sped off

eduardo altamonte (jergins), Monday, 8 June 2009 00:51 (sixteen years ago)

LOL Yeah probably but I was too intrigued and sorta stunned at the time.

Thing is it's not a British thing - he just doesn't drive. That would probably have BLOWN HER MIND.

sloth say hi to me (ENBB), Monday, 8 June 2009 00:52 (sixteen years ago)

"Don't make a habit of it."

cant go with u too many alfbrees (Abbott), Monday, 8 June 2009 00:53 (sixteen years ago)

weird

eduardo altamonte (jergins), Monday, 8 June 2009 00:53 (sixteen years ago)

"this trend"

cant go with u too many alfbrees (Abbott), Monday, 8 June 2009 00:54 (sixteen years ago)

x-post Yeah, the "don't make a habit of it" was my favorite part.

sloth say hi to me (ENBB), Monday, 8 June 2009 00:55 (sixteen years ago)

and she was 50 not 95 I mean really, WTF?

sloth say hi to me (ENBB), Monday, 8 June 2009 00:55 (sixteen years ago)

it really comes down to what Abbott re-posted. what the fuck.

Last night, a guy at the Wighnomy Bros. gig bought me a drink out of nowhere, but the thing was was that he was a totally inept conversationalist. I tried to give him the standard, open-ended questions, even did some that I haven't used in a while. It was the first time in a while that something like that had happened to me.

Generally, though, I talk to strangers all the time, and most of the time enjoy myself immensely.

the table is the table, Monday, 8 June 2009 01:23 (sixteen years ago)

i was talking to an old boy on the train on Thursday and he greatly exaggerated the amount of traffic he'd encountered getting in to Glasgow on the bus that day (said he was in a traffic jam for 4 hours).

languid samuel l. jackson (jim), Monday, 8 June 2009 01:27 (sixteen years ago)

It took eight years for this thread to be revived for some reason. I guess people were kickin it on other threads.

Last night, a guy at the Wighnomy Bros. gig bought me a drink out of nowhere, but the thing was was that he was a totally inept conversationalist. I tried to give him the standard, open-ended questions, even did some that I haven't used in a while. It was the first time in a while that something like that had happened to me.

This guy at Wighnomy Bros. (nice job at having an unpronouncable name) is how I act 80% of the time.

bamcquern, Monday, 8 June 2009 12:53 (sixteen years ago)

four years pass...

Coming to think that enjoying this vs not enjoying it is a pretty defining personality divide.

Doritos Loco Parentis (Hurting 2), Monday, 19 May 2014 21:35 (eleven years ago)

I would talk to more strangers if I could be sure I could also end the conversation forever when I wanted

kinder, Monday, 19 May 2014 22:25 (eleven years ago)

don't make a habit of it

Vinnie, Tuesday, 20 May 2014 14:32 (eleven years ago)

We stayed in a guest house this weekend and it occurred to me that I generally enjoyed chatting with the husband and wife owner, as did the husband owner, whereas both my wife and the female owner seem to more avoid the chatting (which is not to say it's a male/female divide -- my mom talks to random people more than anyone I know).

Doritos Loco Parentis (Hurting 2), Tuesday, 20 May 2014 14:36 (eleven years ago)


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