A random encounter that happened in the real life of Boobiechick.

Last night, after consuming copious amounts of alcohol and lots of dancing, I dropped off my friend at the busstop and started walking home. We’d stayed close to my house so I hadn’t brought my earplugs, but there were no other people out at that time of night so I just played some music softly from my phone.

As I’m walking home, the music softly floating around me in a slight but not at all bothersome drizzle a man walked the sidewalk in the opposite direction. “Hello” he said. “Hello” I said. And we both stopped. He asked what I was listening too. We stood there chatting for a bit. He asked if I’d join him for a beer at a bar close by and I decided to say yes.

So we walked and talked. About relationships, about failing at them, about how that is okay because it helps you learn. Learn about yourself, your own boundaries and how to enforce them. About how to take care of yourself first and others second. How we shouldn’t kneel for other people but how we should be happy and thankful for the relationships we do form and celebrate the strong ones. He told me about his son and showed me photos. I told him about my ex and how things had gone wrong there.

What made this extra special is that we were two people of very opposite demographics. The neighborhood I live in is going through a lot of gentrification. It used to be a poor neighborhood and mostly made up of people of surinam descent. But I could name 5 hip and popular bars in a 5 minute walk from my house and you wouldn’t see more than 1 person of color there. So here we met, on the street and instantly had a meaningful conversation. A blond dutch 28 year old girl and a more mature surinam 35 year old gentleman.

When we entered the bar I was the only white person there. The bartender asked me if I spoke surinam and I said that sadly I didn’t. It was fairly uncomfortable and I was struck by the fact that it was so. Surinam and Dutch culture have a tense relationship and I was reminded of that. Even though most people I know would deny it. Many dutch feel surinam people are lazy, many surinam people think dutch are stuck-up boring assholes. There’s centuries old classism and racism at play here and it just.. doesn’t get talked about. Anywhere.

While we were there one of the guys picked a (very crude) argument with the guy I was with because of how different him and I were. So we left, he walked me home, we exchanged numbers and agreed that we were now friends and that was awesome.

An unlikely event to have happen. Completely random. I’m glad I met that guy.