Nice tale, I miss interesting people, but mostly I miss people who are interested, that young man is interested and is going to have a nice life and connect with a lot of people, and learn a lot.
Good story, thanks!
My response would have been get lost homo. Go troll a road side mens room
A lost art....conversing with strangers.
Thank you for posting.
I’d be willing to bet that is is an artificial story.
"Tired of the devision? Please talk to us lefties".
Says the gaslighting mindflayers that have brought death, destruction, Marxism and humanism. Sure, I will talk. Can you handle the truth?
"I just wish it didn't have to be about who is right". Drones the supposed opposition conversationalist, paid voice actor.
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I’m midwestern so I always talk to strangers. Not indepth conversations. The only ones I’ve had, usually in grocery stores, seem to be with insecure people looking for instant social, not sexual, intimacy who want contact information.
But I’ve always enjoyed the momentary communication with strangers you find in the midwest and very occasionally outside. People smiling at one another just because you’re both alive. The sincere complement about a wonderful shade of blue hair or an unusual blouse or just the biggest smile on a sunny day.
You can do it in Los Angeles or Westchester County NY, but the response is often mixed with a trace of panic or suspicion before you see a surprised pleasure spread over their face. It’s fun to be a pre-boomer.
When I’m on travel, I’ll talk to strangers on the plane or at hotel/airport bars. It’s not hard to find something in common with someone who is willing to talk.
One time, I met a young man who flew all over the US to fix pipelines. Part of his job was to install a specific type of flow meter that I happen to work on years before. It was a good conversation that would have never happened if stayed in my shell.
I had a gentleman approach me while I was attending to a door and giving directions to attendees at my daughters volleyball game. He walked up and started talking with me, not in a weird way either, We talked for about 15 minutes, education, music, art, customer service etc. It was like talking with an old acquaintance. It was such a notable encounter that I chalked it up to a brush with something supernatural.
As a young man I was borderline homeless, living on a boat I worked on in Oakland. In the winter, it got cold. The guy who owned it was tight for money, so at times I went hungry until I was paid. So I hung out at a local Sambo’s Restaurant, where the room had heat and coffee was 10 cents. Learned a lot about people at that counter.
The Great Thinkers from many professions used to meet regularly at the local pub......................
Interesting Ellis approached single women (the least threatening).
I was sitting in a Starbucks the other day... says a lot right there.
“I was sitting in a Starbucks...”
Real conservatives don’t spend their hard-earned money at Starbucks.
I have new socks on.