last night as i made my merry way home from the tube, i noticed this random man walking vaguely beside me. i was like, 'hmmmm' so i slowed down a bit, he did too. i sped up, he did too. *argh* anyway, luckily he was a mild psycho and not a full on fuckmental. he then started talking to me. well, he asked me if i was french.

'what'
'you look french'
'er, ok?'
'are you not french? you look french. i speak french'
' great.'
'where are you from then'
'.......i'm irish'
'i'm moroccan. i speak four languages'
'well done'
'so what do you think of the situation then'
'what do you mean'
'heh?'
'WHAT DO YOU MEAN'
'in ireland. the north and south. are you from the republic?'
'yes'
'where'
'.........dublin'
'ah right. i think they should be united, no? why do these things happen'
'i dunno. that's what happens when you go around trying to conquer the world, oh look this is my road'
'oh! i live down here too!'
'riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight'
'oh look this is my alleyway' (why the FUCK do i have to live down an alleyway?!?!!!!)
'oh ok. can i have your number?'
'no. sorry, haha, i have a boyfriend'

*runs to gate*

why? WHY? why would any man in his right mind think that this is the way to pick up women?
fuckwit.