hey babe, can I get your number?

Tell me, is this eventful? or horribly uneventful?

Leaving the scene of the crime (tasty dinner where I ate too much) my mam, dad and I are waiting patiently to pay. Behind us is a table of a father, mother, and two sons, i'd say aged 15 and 17. Well. I smile at the dad as he grins up at me. As I start to walk away, he says, excuse me miss? yessir? I reply, smiling like the pretty southern belle i'm impersonating.
"He wants your number"

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Wow. Um.. Err...

"Well, i'm not from around here or i'd give you a call sweetie" I saw with false impenitrable charm.
_kid_'I didn't, he didn't... uh."

Cue walking away sequence.


Figures, ya know, the first time, i'm pretty near positive, I get asked my phone number its from a dad for his pimply socially retarded kid. *shakes head* poor thing, he's totally scarred for life.

Panthers vs. Redskins tonight, btw :)

Oh yeah, and hoorah to my ex on the wedding day... jerk.