We’ve all been in those tight spots. You’re at a party and, unfortunately, the creepiest guy within a mile radius has locked his eyes on you. Your mindset suddenly becomes clear. You must avoid any eye contact.
That’s right, look away, try to spot a friend who will save you and as a last resort, try and throw another girl in between you two. Sure it’s not the nicest thing you could do to your fellow woman, but hey, didn’t you have to deal with the creepy guy last time?
I want to talk about our go-to decision at the end of the night when the creepy guy asks for our numbers. There are a few brave ones out there. I personally applaud those who shut down the creepers before they even start. But for those of us too empathetic, too understanding and too nice for our own good, what do we do?
“Sure, I’ll give you my number,” we somehow find ourselves saying.
Now what? Give him the correct digits — until the last number. It happens, you feel bad, but then again the guy brought it on himself. Besides, for all he knows he was too drunk to put the number in his phone correctly in the first place.
Accidents happen. He’ll be kicking himself for the next week for not having you put the number in yourself. (Poor guy. He thought it was love.) The person you should really feel pity for is the person who owns the fake number you gave out. They are going to get that awkward text at three in the morning.
“Hey =) It’s Kyle from the partyyy.”
It is a very awkward situation if you find yourself on the receiving end of a wrong-number text. You start to wonder how you’re going to break this to good ol’ Kyle here.
What did he do to deserve a fake number? But more importantly, what did you do to deserve having the chosen number? I’ve been there multiple times.
I’ve started to wonder if this guy named Tyler is targeting me by giving out my number as if it were his own. This has happened multiple times.
It is heartbreaking to try to break it to some drunk girl at 4 a.m.. “Sorry Brenda, this is not Ty, and no I’m not being flirty and pretending I gave you the wrong number, take a hint.”
Those are the worst; the people who think you’re playing a game with them.
They start out flirtatiously, and when you say you aren’t who they think you are, they suddenly get irritated. They might even call you to make sure you’re not just messing with them.
“I don’t believe you.”
Awkward. I don’t know what to tell you. Sorry you were given the wrong number?
Sorry, Ty didn’t actually want you to have his number, maybe it was possibly due to your stubbornness and bad attitude. You have lovely grammar though, so that should be taken into consideration when you reevaluate the entire transaction in your head, hoping to figure out what went wrong.
My point is, whether you’re THAT guy, the victim of THAT guy or the poor sap that has the chosen number, while yes, it is a last resort to give out the wrong number, just remember that there are casualties.
But as long as girls continue to pay their dues and end the night without crushing the creeper’s dreams, this cycle will continue until the end of time, or at least until something advances the cell phone.
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