Contrary to popular belief, iJustine is not someone who always knows what to say. She’s as unsure of herself as the rest of us when it comes to handling random conversations with strangers. Many of you out there are good at covering up your nervousness. You figure out what to say without even having to think about it. I usually am able to do this, as well. But there are times…
How do you handle situations such as the one Justine found herself in? Do you laugh it off, turn rude and mean, or actually engage the person in longer conversations? If this had happened to you, would you have done anything differently? I know at least one person who would have agreed to meet later in a public place (like Starbucks!) with a few friends along for good measure. She’s always up for getting to know more people.
You never know… that random person you meet could turn out to be the one. I’m a firm believer in always grabbing every opportunity you can to connect with others. However, I just don’t always know how to talk to them once I do! What are your suggestions?
I don’t think Justine should feel she handled it poorly, since she asked in the video.
As to the question, I’ve handled situations similar in a huge variety of different ways and as a person who’s always been changing or growing, how I react to others has also always been changing and has varied from shy, withdrawn, and scared of new opportunities, to bold and happy to find them with all sorts of variations of in between.
Even as a person who’s been married for 8 years, the way I interact with someone who’s hitting on me has been pretty variable over time, initially still flattering my ego but annoying me once I established that I wasn’t available, then just feeling annoyed, and then one day realising that no one was looking at me anymore and that I must have been putting out signals that I wasn’t aware of and that are now no longer needed.
Its kind of funny because the video along with the question put forth as a blog entry, although its pretty far removed from it, reminds me of the scene in Vicky Christina Barcelona where the main Spanish actor comes to the table and asks the girls to fly to Oviedo, or maybe that’s just me liking a chick flick too much…