Just A Funny Story

First order of business...if you haven't seen on Facebook/twitter, I made it home by myself today. No phone calls, no getting lost ( not really really lost ) and no one had to come pick me up at a random place late at night. I am beyond excited. SUCCESS. Copenhagen 3 Callie 1. I'll take it.

So I get out of class and I start my trek to Nørreport Station. The wind here literally could blow me over. But I bundle. NOTE: Something else I'm learning is how to bundle and look Copenhagen cute.

I realize as I'm walking that it is the first time since I've been in Denmark that I haven't been extremely stressed out trying to find somewhere or asking for directions of street names I can't pronounce. I soak up the city and it finally starts to sink in that I'm in one of the best cities in the world. It's absolutely gorgeous.

As I'm taking all of this in I happen to accidentally make eye contact with a 6"5 blond hair blue eyed twenty something male. I immediately curse myself under my breathe. I know better by now not to make eye contact!!

So I keep walking. When I feel someone tap my backpack. I'M BEING MUGGED!!

This was my first thought. I mean someone on the train already took my lunch. What else?

I turn around and it's the same extremely Danish looking male I accidentally made eye contact with.

Dane: lkajsdfhlshjdflhdf (Danish words)
Me: uhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm sorry I don't speak Danish.
Dane: Oh oh your American!?
Me: uhhhhhh yes.
Dane: Are you studying here? (other words blah blah blah.)


ALL I CAN THINK IS HE IS MUGGING ME.

Me: I'm studying history here.
Dane: words words words

WHAT IS GOING ON!?  I pull my belongings extremely close to me.

Dane: words words words words (something about his father being an architect and building something that may have been important..)

WHAT IF HE TAKES MY BACKPACK! My buss pass is worth over 300 dollars.

Me: uh huh...ohhhh ahhhh, that sounds great.
Dane: Give me your number.
Me: Excuse me?
Dane: So we can get together. You know...talk.
Me: Oh no thank you, I have to get to the train.
Dane: Oh oh ok, well hug?

HUG? YOU'LL TAKE MY BACKPACK!

Me: Uh no thank you.
Dane: No hug? Ok...

I run away. In a hurry. I get to the train and immediately start looking through my things to make sure I have everything. I start thinking...this guy was perfectly normal. Sure his English sounded like a GPS but he wasn't trying to mug me.

The point is, I would like to thank my mother for always making me think I'm going to get taken or mugged because I have "no street smarts" so now I'm paranoid and probably the most attractive person I've ever seen outside of a movie thinks I'm not a hugger. Although, who asks for a hug from a stranger? hmm.

Wish you were here.