Okay, that reminds me. What's with guys giving girls they are interested in their number? I understand how you young whippersnappers do that now, but I don't get it. Why, back in my day, a young man would ask the lady if he could call her, and she might respond by giving him her number (written on a mastodon pelt, of course.)
If a man came up and handed me his number, I think I might not be able to keep the incredulous amusement at his sand off my face.
What's up with that?
If a man came up and handed me his number, I think I might not be able to keep the incredulous amusement at his sand off my face.
What's up with that?


And neither man gave me his number as an initial contact. The first guy, I asked out to his face. My husband, I did some sleuthing and tracked down. Sent him an old-fashioned written letter (with my number in it, incidently. But I still made an active contact. My letter contained a date request. I didn't call him because I didn't want to accidently get my ex-boyfriend on the phone...er, long story. )
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I have some great stories from those nights) but the one that amused me the most was at the law firm I used to work at.
It's fun though, because we pay attention to the same conference, and watch eachother's favorite team's games. They're very jealous because I'm heading downtown to the Big Ten Tournament this weekend.
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