I don't know if it's this city or me but as soon as I set a foot on the street I can be sure that someone's stopping me to ask for directions, to carry a bag for them or just my number.
And today it was kind of all of the above. I've been lying in the grass in a park near my apartment for maybe ten minutes when a girl about my age appears in my view and asks me where I bought my jeans. I thought she was joking because I was wearing a really old and much too wide one with grass stains everywhere. Apparently, my ass looks hot in that jeans. Well, that was strange.
A few minutes later a guy takes a seat next to me, asks if I speak English and tells me with a French accent he's been watching me for the last 30 minutes. I thought monosyllabic was the way to go and answered with a skeptic "huh". He then told me he's from Kenia and that his name was Sam. So I said I'm Britney. Close enough to my real name, I thought.
We talked a while with him doing all the talking and me being evasive. Unfortunately, he was bad at reading between the lines and kept going on and on and on. He first insulted my English, calling it hard and cold, and then asked what I'm still doing in this city, why I'm not packing my stuff and live in London for a week and in New York the next. I said it's because I hate flying. That shut him up for a minute until the "convincing me to go on a date with him" part of our conversation started. Ten more minutes of silence from my side and he finally left with a "see you tomorrow". I never agreed to meet him again.
And then there was Marie. A little girl, maybe 5 years old who -according to her Nanny- never speaks with strangers but thought I should be the exception. I'm not bad with kids but I don't feel really comfortable around them either and this little girl was looking at me with her big blue eyes, expecting me to entertain her. I made her little figures of chestnuts until I was "saved" by the ice cream man.
So yeah, that was my day in the park. Nothing special, really.