In Lucena, Quezon, a young man approached me and asked me what my nationality is. I said that I am Filipino, but that he may have asked that question because my grandfather on my mother's side was Portuguese.

He then said that (probably because of my hair, which I'd left untied) I reminded him of Hulk Hogan.

I was shocked speechless.

Being a creative writer, I felt that it was a most unlikely metaphor.