Why you shouldn’t hit on me at the bar…
I’ve never (literally never, which is probably weird at my age and player level) given nor solicited a phone number at a random pick-up spot. Flirting from a stranger always shuts me down right away. I know it’s terribly rude, but I don’t mean it that way. I’m just a shrinking violet. Really, ask anyone! (Okay, not really. But I really do hit a brick wall when it comes to flirting.)
But the fact is that with the cell phone number of a near-stranger I’d be tempted to send disturbing, creepy text messages, like “You’re painfully beautiful when you sleep,” and “We’re almost out of milk.” Because at that point in the possible courtship you really have nothing to lose and can really fuck with someone. And I’m afraid that it would seem like a perfectly good idea at the time!
I have the opposite problem. I give my number out to everyone that asks when I’m drunk, and then I get texts from people and am like, “Who the fuck is this person?”
For what it’s worth, the prospect of text-messages like that makes exchanging numbers in the bar sound pretty attractive. But then it’s often been said about me “that boy ain’t quite right.”