I've made a habit of using online dating sites to secure cute tour guides in various cities. In Berlin and Amsterdam, my trick worked quite well. Copenhagen put those experiences to shame.
When I met my tour guide for dinner, we began the obligatory first date conversation, 'what do you do?' 'how do you spend your free time?' you know, the usual. I explained to my date how I have a podcast. He asked the name and I explained the name and its origin - given that English wasn't his first language, I wanted to ensure the pun got across.
He proceeded to bring out his phone and show me our page.
Great, at least he can use Google effectively.
A few minutes later I was taking a photo of the beer I was drinking and I told him about how Corey and I drink beer each week and I was capturing the moment in part, for the podcast.
"Iris, I know you drink beer each week. You and Corey talk about it."
Huh?
"Iris, I've listened to your podcast. That's why it is on my phone."
Wha?
Apparently I was on a date in a foreign land with someone who had listened to our podcast.
When I've told people this story, they've immediately said "Stalker". But it's simply not possible. This guy didn't know my first name when we met at the restaurant, my profile says that I have a podcast but when you search 'podcast', we are not anywhere near the first thing that comes up. There is simply no way this person could have known that I was a co-host of this particular podcast.
NO WAY.
So there I sat, enjoying sushi with one of our listeners. In Copenhagen.
What the what?
Needless to say, this blew my mind. The whole experience blew my freaking mind.
When I met my tour guide for dinner, we began the obligatory first date conversation, 'what do you do?' 'how do you spend your free time?' you know, the usual. I explained to my date how I have a podcast. He asked the name and I explained the name and its origin - given that English wasn't his first language, I wanted to ensure the pun got across.
He proceeded to bring out his phone and show me our page.
Great, at least he can use Google effectively.
A few minutes later I was taking a photo of the beer I was drinking and I told him about how Corey and I drink beer each week and I was capturing the moment in part, for the podcast.
"Iris, I know you drink beer each week. You and Corey talk about it."
Huh?
"Iris, I've listened to your podcast. That's why it is on my phone."
Wha?
Apparently I was on a date in a foreign land with someone who had listened to our podcast.
When I've told people this story, they've immediately said "Stalker". But it's simply not possible. This guy didn't know my first name when we met at the restaurant, my profile says that I have a podcast but when you search 'podcast', we are not anywhere near the first thing that comes up. There is simply no way this person could have known that I was a co-host of this particular podcast.
NO WAY.
So there I sat, enjoying sushi with one of our listeners. In Copenhagen.
What the what?
Needless to say, this blew my mind. The whole experience blew my freaking mind.
