Man: "Hi, whatcha doing tonight?"
Me: *looks up from my mobile in surprise* "Erm... going home?"
Man: "Ah. How about dinner?"
Me: "Dinner? Errr... I'm good, I guess."
Man: "I meant, would you like to have dinner with me?"
I look at him carefully as we cross the street. He's in his late 40s, clean and not drunk. His hands are casually stuffed in his pants pockets and he's wearing a tweed jacket over a blue shirt.
Man: "I unexpectedly had to extend my trip a day and now I'm spending one more night in Brisbane."
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." (don't ask me why I said that)
Man: "So would you like to accompany me for dinner?"
Me: "No, I'm good, thanks. It's been a long day and I really want to just go to bed."
I was stunned and immediately called the SO to relate the encounter. He said it was a good thing I didn't go, despite his believable story. He might slip a rohypnol into my drink and kidnap me.
Seriously?! Why the hell would anyone kidnap me?
But yah, here's a first: I've been asked out to dinner by a perfect stranger.