For all my bitching I did actually get a girl's digits last night. She's hot, she loves Hoosiers, and thought everything I said was funny.
Of course, the odds of my actually calling her are about the same as Dolly Parton losing a Girl Scouts titty contest. I mean, with today's cellphones having caller i.d., I assume women just give their numbers to any dude that asks, just to avoid any awkwardness at that very moment, and then they just don't answer it like they would any strange number that would come in. It's not like the old days, where it might go like this:
(phone rings)
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Deena?"
"No, this is her roommate Amy."
"Well Amy, I didn't ask for your name did I?"
"Well, I-"
"You need to shut your mouth up, get off your fat ass and tell Deena to get to the goddam phone."
"I-"
"Wait, unless you're hotter than she is - are you?"
"Well, -"
"I doubt it, you sound like a fucking pig. Anyway, hurry up get her."
Is there NO order in this universe anymore?
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I give out my digits; haven't asked a chick for hers in years. If she's interested, w/o me asking, she'll offer up hers when I initially give her mine or she'll eventually call. Either way, even if I never hear from her, it saves me from making awkward phone calls and/or banishment to voice mail purgatory.
Any girl who likes Hoosiers is worth a try. Unless she is actually from Indiana which may make her annoying. So any non-Indianan who likes Hoosiers. . .
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