Chasing a girl

Chasing a Girl

The other day I was chasing a girl down the street. This is both versions of what happened…


The Girl’s Perspective

The following narrative is based on my interpretation of the girl based on how she reacted to me.

It was another day exploring the streets of Hanoi, searching of the perfect gift for another perfect Tet. My boyfriend and I had just left one of the cutest shops where I find the most adorable present for my parents.

Before returning home, my boyfriend took my bag and hung it over the handlebars of his motorbike. He reached inside and grabbed my hand back and told me to hold on to it during the ride.

“It’ll be safer if you hold this and hide this, my love. You know there are thieves in Hanoi.”

I love my boyfriend. He can be so thoughtful at times.

**The girl fantasizes about mounting a white stallion with her boyfriend holding the reigns and the adorable present hanging from the horse’s girdle**

It was time to go. I swung my leg over the back of the back and readjusted on the seat to get comfortable. When I was ready to go, I whispered into my boyfriend’s ear, Let’s go home, hunny.

We just started moving when I started to hear a loud voice screaming from behind. I couldn’t understand what was being said so I clung closely to my boyfriend.

My boyfriend looked back, maybe he was trying to see who was yelling or maybe he was just trying to get onto the main street. Whatever it was, he started to drive faster.

What a relief. There are some crazy things that happen in Hanoi and I didn’t want to see what was causing that screaming.

We rode for few more seconds and that’s when I suddenly felt someone touch my shoulder. I shrieked. Who the fuck just touched me! Then I screamed in my boyfriend’s ear, Go! Hurry! Go! Go! Go!

My boyfriend started to go faster and that’s why I saw him.

Right beside our bike was a crazy looking man with messy hair, slutty black short-shorts, and flip-flops flying all over the place.

“Blah blah. Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah!”

I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. He was out of breath and looked like a complete lunatic. I honestly can’t believe some of the people they let into my country.

The crazy man continued to speak and as he did, he waved 10 000 VND in air.

“Blah blah. Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah!”

He must have said the same thing again. We still didn’t understand but then he started to dance and move in weird ways, waving the money in the air, pointing a my body, and insisting on giving us the money.

DOES HE WANT TO PAY ME TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM! WHY IS THIS CREEPY GUY CHASING A GIRL LIKE ME DOWN THE STREET!

Just as I though the worse, my boyfriend started to slow down. NO! I thought, KEEP DRIVING AND GET US THE HELL AWAY FROM THIS DISGUSTING MAN!

My boyfriend stopped the bike. Reached out his hand. And, of all things, he took the money from the guy. After we took the small amount of money from the foreigner, he looked releived.

“Blah! Blah blah blah!”

My boyfriend starts to laugh. He waves to the foreigner then begins to drive off again. This time, as we start to move, I look back and smile awkwardly at the foreigner.

What just happened?

My Perspective

I had just left the cafe where I worked 11 hours working on both client and personal projects. I was wearing my black short-shorts and I’m pretty sure my hair was a frazzled mess. I haven’t shaved in a few days either so I’m sure I look like a lunatic (I often look like a lunatic).

As I crossed an intersection, I saw a girl get on the back of a motorbike. She swung her leg over the back of the bike and I saw a single bill fall out of her pocket. For a few moments she readjusted herself on the seat without realizing she dropped her money.

I walked casually to the money and picked up in my hand. It was only 10 000 VND ($0.56 CAD) but I couldn’t morally convince myself to keep it. When I stood back up, the motorbike began to move and merge with the never-ending Vietnamese traffic.

I tried to keep up. My casual stroll turned into a brisk walk and then into a light jog. As the motorbike sped up, I kept reaching out with my hand to tap the girl on the shoulder and grab her attention.

During these frantic few seconds of me trying to return the small amount of money, I was shouting out to them, Hey, you dropped your money!

The girl on the back didn’t listen and seemed to be too scared to look back.

If I was going to return the money, I had to break out into a run to catch up with the accelerating motorbike. I did. I ran. As I ran, my flip-flops were flipping and flopping on my feet. I took about thirty or so strides until my arm was just about to touch the girl’s shoulder.

The bike sped up. I missed my mark.

I had to pick up the pace to the point where I was almost in a full-blown sprint. Ah, the things we do in the line of duty.

It took another thirty or so strides before I reached the back of the bike again. I reached and this time, I made contact with the girl’s left shoulder.

When the girl turned back and looked at me, she was in shock and horror. She clung on to her boyfriend and whispered what I assumed was, Hurry! Go faster, there’s a creepy guy chasing after us!

The guy driving the bike continued at the same pace while I picked it up a notch and started running next to them.

“Hey! Please stop. You dropped your money back there.”

They didn’t understand English.

The girl waved her arms and urged her boyfriend (I believe) to keep driving. However, the guy driving started to slow down. I’m pretty sure the money got his attention.

As the bike slowed, I started gesturing the event. Waving my arms and flapping the money as if it was raining from the sky. They both looked at me as if I was a crazy person while I insisted it was their money and for them to take it.

Maybe I was. I mean. I was chasing a girl down the street, right?

Anyway, after an awkward moment with me breathing heavily, they finally understand what was going on.

The guy accepted the money and he started laughing. When they both rode off, the girl looked back with a thankful smile on her face.

I’m so happy they understand what happened!


Jef van de Graaf
Canadian Copywriter & World Traveler
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