When a beeotch gives you a BS number.

[jakethasnake]

A simple tip:


When a girl gives you a fake number, well... there's nothing you can do except hope that she breaks her jaw falling down the stairs the next day.

But here's what to do if she gives you her work number (We all know that work numbers are usually worthless, right? I hope so.).

Look at the piece of paper she wrote her number on, then laugh and shake your head. She'll instantly wonder what is wrong. Look up, smirk, and say "Do you live in a hotel or something?"

"What?" she'll say with a blank look.

"What's with the extension at the end (i.e. 555-8888, Ext. 200)?"

When she's stumbling to answer, just smile and say,

"Listen... I don't take work numbers. I need your home number, ok?"

If she smiles and obliges, then you are in.

IF she still hesitates, then just shake your head and hand the piece of paper back to her and say, "Well, I don't need this. See you." And walk. If she's intrigued, she will stop you and try to work something out (make sure you glance back and make eye-contact in case she changes her mind).

If she doesn't do anything, then just move on.

 

[Jake Steed]

Jesus christ dude, are you kidding? You've acutally done this and had a girl go back and give you her home phone number? Honestly, how many times have you done this and had her STOP YOU from walking away?

I think this is some bonehead shyt. My work number is more personal and prescious than my home number. I'm almost never home, so giving out my home number is a surefire way NOT to get in touch with me. Did it ever occur to you that she could be that way too?

If your game's strong enough, you won't have to worry. She'll be there at that number.

Jake

 

[Shadow Dancer]

I've had one girl give me a wrong number. hahah. I was more upset that she was too chickensh!t to tell me she didn't want to give her number rather than waste my time with a fake one.

Anyway, I eventually saw her again cause she worked at a mall near my house. In a store that I go to sometimes. So I decided to phuck with her to have some fun. hahah

When I saw her again she looked like she was nervous enough to puke. I was like, "Hey! I tried calling that number but i couldn't reach you at first. Eventually your mom answered and said that you've been busy. I left my number with her and she said you'd call me back. I talked to her again and she said you got the message. How come you never called me after that?"

Obviously that's not some stupid sh!t I would do but she didn't know that. hahah

She looked all confused but didn't want to say she gave me the wrong number. She replied, "Oh, are you SURE that you talked to my mom?" I said I was positive. She said, "Oh, ok. Well um I've just been REALLY busy. I was gonna call you last night but then something came up.".

"Oh really? What came up?"

"Oh..uh..something with my brother."

"Like what?"

"Just some personal stuff."

She was squirming pretty bad at this point. She must have thought I was some loon who was gonna continue trying to contact her. Especially since I knew where she worked, haha. I kept it up just to phuck with her for a bit longer till I grew tired of it. I finally ended it.

"Hey, well since you've been busy lately, how about I give you a call tonight?"

"Uh sure."

"Ok. Sounds good. But there is only one thing."

"What's that?"

"It will be pretty hard to call you since you gave me the wrong number the other day."

"?!?!?!?!"

She went so red it looked like she was gonna burst. hahahha.

"That's right. What? You REALLY thought I wouldn't know you gave me the wrong number? That's just retarded. That some stupid kiddy shiet you pulled."

"Yeah, i know. I'm sorry about that. I guessed I deserved all this."

"Yeah you did."

Then we both laughed and I left.

Since then we've become friends. I know she digs me and would like to do more but I'm no longer interested in her. But at least a happy ending came from it.

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I danced till midnight when the sky turned black,
It is hard to dance with the Devil on your back.
They buried my body and thought I'd gone,
But I am the dance and I still go on.

 

[JasonSteele]

Dooooh Dude,

Work numbers *with* extension might be the most precious thing in the world.

 

[Rev]

This is not field tested because I have yet to see the bee-yotch again.

Me: "Ya know, I wanted to call you but I lost your number. I'm soooo sorry."

Her: "Oh, well, that's OK."

Me: "No, it's not OK. I mean... there you were, nice enough and trusting enough to give me something so personal as your home number..."

The point is for her to wonder if you're on to her or if you really never called the #. It should torture her just like she deserves.