The South

Being born and raised in California I am well aware and use to avoiding weirdos that try and talk to me. This is how my parents raised me, especially with my dad being a foreigner from Greece where his instinct of protectiveness was in full effect whenever I would want to do anything on my own or with friends. He got this from my grandma because anytime I see her she always tells me without fail, "very careful" in her thick Greek accent. Not sure exactly what it is I am suppose to be very careful with, but I just assume everything, which is why I am a very cautious person by nature. This is why venturing to the south is a struggle for me because everyone is so nice! When an older man came up and decided to strike up a conversation with my girlfriend and I while we were at dinner, three thoughts ran through my mind.

1. Are you a creep and want to have a threesome with my girlfriend and I?
2. Are you planning to abduct me outside the restaurant once I'm finished eating?
3. Sir, I am very upset at you for interrupting my ridiculously delicious meal of salmon chips and brisket. (Yes both at the same time. You would have done it too.)

Little did I know this man was simply being a polite southerner. He was genuinely interested in talking to us, but because of where I was raised and who raised me I was very ready to open up a can of whoop ass on him. He was also with a younger stripper-ish Asian woman. Now this does strike me as a little odd. Maybe I was right after all...