My fiance is really supportive of my writing. He tells everyone one we know that I make money writing on the internet. (Which makes me blush and other people feign polite smiles.) He gives me time to do writing and marketing without complaining. Except for that one time I attended a Twitter party. He couldn’t get over that one. “So you’re going to a party but there’s no people there?”
“No, there’s people there.”
“But it’s on the internet. So they’re not real people.”
“That doesn’t mean they’re not real people.”
“I don’t get it.”
Sometimes (actually a lot of times,) he gives me his most recent list of ideas for blog content. I don’t usually use them. You’re about to see why. They’re not usually very serious suggestions. But the conversation this one sparked was just too fun not to include.
A Guy’s Idea for a Frugal Girls’ Night Out
So his idea was pretty simple. It’s also pretty cliched. The first requisite is that you have to be a girl. A girl that wants to drink alcohol, but isn’t trying to meet the love of her life. Those are the only requisites. He informed me that you don’t have to be good looking for this to work.
You go out to the bar, either by yourself or with a group of friends. You approach a guy (by yourselves…groups of girls are scary,) start flirting and let him buy you a drink. Keep flirting and keep letting him buy you drinks until he asks for your number or starts getting too comfortable. The next step is to move on to another guy.
Once you’ve hit up everyone in that bar or people have started to catch on to your game, move on to another bar.
Just so this is clear, my fiance’s idea is to go out and flirt with random guys at bars so you can get hammered for free. I’m not saying it’s a good idea. This is the kind of thing he thinks I write about.
But then, wait.
I thought about it, and realized that I had, in fact, done this before. Not on the scale he’s talking about. But if a guy approached me at a bar back in my single days and offered to buy me a drink, I’d stick around until he got creepy or asked for my phone number.
And there were a couple of things I’d do at this point. I’d leave for the safety of my group of friends. I’d give them a number of someone I didn’t like, but still had in my phone. Or I’d give them my Fake Number.
That’s how it was saved in my phone. Fake Number.
“Hold on, this is a new phone let me look up the number so I tell it to you right.”
Seriously, get out your phone right now and call it. It’s hilarious. At least to me as the person giving it out. Some other girl had given it to me in high school when this guy wouldn’t leave me alone for my number. Passing it along is juvenile. But that didn’t stop me from doing it as recently as 2 weeks before I met my fiance.
The super cool thing about it is that you can get the number with a bunch of different area codes. There’s a full list here.
So, I’m curious, has anyone reading ever used my fiance’s idea? How did it turn out? What do you do when a guy you’re not at all interested in asks for your phone number?
*Please do not take this as an endorsement for excessive drinking. If you do drink, please remember to never, ever drive.*