about those manchester boys….

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

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After Kaitlyn’s and my bizarre encounter with an American fruit connoisseur, an Asian backpacker, a box of peaches and a flooded bathroom, we ventured down to the hostel bar for a quick break before heading out into the city.  Not long after we scooted into a corner booth, we were quickly joined by three young English men, two of whom are seen above, who asked if they could a) have a drink with us and b) get a photo with us. 

Now, in college, Kaitlyn and I (along with our friend Sarah) had nicknames for just about everybody.  There was Namedropper, Agnostic Hair, Cinderblock on Wheels, My Boyfriend, My Other Boyfriend, Mutemath, Bat for Lashes, Colourcreepy, Woodland Creature….I could go on and on and on.  So it was no surprise that, shortly after meeting the 3 Englishmen, we dubbed them: Rugbyneck, British Michael Cera, and Screech. 

Naturally. 

I think British Michael Cera was the only one not bothered by his new moniker.  I can’t imagine why.

Anyhow, the boys asked us if we’d ever been to their home country.  I told them we’d both been to London, and that someday we’d like to make it to Liverpool, which they seemed shocked to hear.  When they inquired as to why on earth anyone would ever want visit Liverpool, I answered, “You know, for Beatles-related purposes”, to which Rugbyneck replied, “Have fun getting knifed!”  According to them, Liverpool is a scary place – the last place two young American girls like ourselves would want to end up…..  Okay, duly noted.

They were generally quite pleasant (and who doesn’t love a good British-accent-infused convo every now and then), but Kaitlyn and I felt compelled to call it a night rather early on in the evening, at which point, Rugbyneck (who had quite possibly consumed one two many Stiegls – Salzburg’s famous beer) asked me multiple times if he could give me a good, long, hug goodbye.  I’m sure a friendly farewell hug would have been harmless, but I ultimately chose to employ my go-to line, which can be used in pretty much any country that is foreign when someone (usually of the male persuasion) is a little too flirtatious:  “Oh…no, thank you!  We don’t do that in my country; that’s culturally taboo.  Sorry, but, you understand.  Cultural differences….and stuff”. 

It’s a pretty efficient dismissal method, I’ve found; you don’t have to worry about offending someone, it gets the point across, and they (rarely) challenge you because, well, you’re the American expert, not them!

In unrelated news, have you ever wondered why most some Europeans think Americans are crazy?

Me neither.

16 comments:

Jennifer said...

wondering what in the world is going on with kaitlyn's shoulder?

p.s. i love this story so much.

Vanessa said...

sorry but how long ago was this trip?

you must have been so uncomfy with rugbyneck

Jennifer said...

also, i have a question i wanted to post about watching sports events overseas...if you know...

BUT i saw on twitter tonight that you said your blog comments don't get emailed to you so i don't know if you'll ever see this.... maybe i should just email questions instead. will try that. :)

Jennifer said...

AND i just figured out these pics are 2 instagrams put together.....so, never mind about my shoulder question. no more comments from me, i'm done!

Katrin said...

Haha. Love that. And yeah, David always tells me that I am a weird European. Cultural differences is always a good explanation.

Ash said...

I nearly just burst out laughing at work because of your how to get out of an awkward hug comment. I'm not lucky enough to get to travel overseas these days, but that is a funny line I'll keep in mind for the future!

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Nova said...

That's actually a really good tip, I'm going to use "we don't do that in my culture"

Amber M. said...

I just LOL'd at your response to the hug!! Good answer, good answer!

kLr said...

I have so loved this post and the last one! I stuck the first one on facebook and tagged all my friends I studied abroad with and one other friend...because almost all of us have had some odd hostel experience!

Hilarious!

Alex said...

hahahaha I love this. I have to say the one on the left is kind of cute. The other one has a look on his face that makes me nervous. Also, Liverpool is NOT scary!!!

[p.s. I love your nicknames. I do the exact same thing.]

myheartscontentblog.com said...

Liverpool is grotty, you really don't want to go there!! Try Bath - much nicer.

Candice said...

haha I'm saving that response for the next time I travel. that is fabulous.

Daryl said...

hahaha i've done coed dorms tons of times and have always made lots of friends and had good experiences! Maybe it's because I'm married? Boys tend to be less creepy when there's a ring on it.

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She Sailed the Sea said...

Kaitlyn told this story to my husband. he was not amused :P Don't let these three boys keep you from coming to Liverpool. It's just like any city you may have some dodgy streets but you just have to stay away from them. and the only thing dodgy is people wanting your money. Not getting knifed. lol.

I love these posts by the way. the way you write can change my day right around you have such a blunt humour about it. Hope things are good with you Jennifer. xox

lauren said...

all i got out of this is "bat for lashes"