A couple of weeks ago, I was walking down a very narrow dark alley toward my guesthouse in a small city in Southeast Asia when I was silently approached from behind and tapped on the back. I spun around to see a young man nervously clutching a paper in his hand. He looked at the paper and read from it: “Can I come into your hotel and interview you? Let us go inside it will be more comfortable there.” I walked out into the main alley where there were streetlights and people and asked him to repeat himself, not 100% sure I’d heard him correctly. He followed me and read the same sentences again, motioning inside and starting to move toward my hotel. “Hold on,” I said, holding up my hand in a universal stop position (it’s probably not actually universal, but I think he got my drift). A friend of his then magically appeared out of the shadows; they exchanged a few words, and the friend mysteriously melted back into the dark alley from whence he’d emerged.
I looked at the young man, concern furrowing my eyebrows. “You want to interview me?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said. “Are you a student?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “How many questions are there?” I queried. “Yes,” he stated.
I then asked him to hand me the paper, and allllll the questions included were about sexuality. Now, if you know me (and some of you do), you know that I’ll talk about sex pretty much anytime with anyone. But this was weird. The questions included:
Have you had a boyfriend or husband?
Do you have a husband or boyfriend now?
Have you ever kissed a man?
How many men have you dated?
It got more risqué from there, until the last two:
Have you ever had sex with a man you didn’t know?
Would you mind if I touch you?
What. The. Fuck. The questions weren’t actually written in grammatically-correct English; I wish I’d taken a photo of the paper, but it seemed awkward to say, “You can definitely NOT come into my hotel, but hey, mind if I take a picture of your questions real quick?” Some of the questions had non-English words randomly thrown in -- probably where the translating app / software couldn’t find a direct translation.
I told the young man that these questions were too personal for me, and I wouldn’t do the interview. I looked apologetic, but I was really thinking, “HOLY SHIT. Does anyone really do this? And how do they feel as the questions get progressively more sexy? Eek!”
Has anyone else experienced anything like this? My guess is that it was his buddy who put him up to it as a way to score with foreign women, but who knows? Thoughts?