If you liked it then you shoulda' put a ring on it...

Last night, Beth introduced me to the Mad TV skit "Can I have your number??"



It's hilarious!!!! Watching it took me back to some memories that id' like to share...
We all remember the speed dating incident that happened so long ago. Now I can't compare that to the "Can I Have Your Number?" skit because I willingly put myself in this situation. But a whole lot of suppressed memories of being asked for my number came bubbling up when I watched this clip. All of my friends know that when a guy asks me for my number in a public setting, I nervously always give it to them! My real number! Why, you may ask? I don't know! I get so nervous that I just spout out anything to get them to leave me alone!

A couple classic examples come to mind.
1- Candy Shop Shawn. A lucky few people have gotten to hear my live impression of Candy Shop Shawn. He attained this nick name because he hit on me in Candy-Rama in downtown Pittsburgh one sunny afternoon when I was on my lunch. My and my work bff Lisa were in there browsing and he came in from the sidewalk to talk to me.
"Hey girl....do you work out because your body is bangin'" was the greeting he offered. Wha?!!
I nervously laughed and continued to examine malt chocolate balls like they were rare African diamonds, hoping my intensity would deter him. Not so much. Anyhow- I ended up giving him my number and he started calling NON STOP for a couple weeks until he caught the hint that I wasn't calling back....

2- Deshawn. (a pattern perhaps...?) Deshawn was the security guard who worked across the street from FSC in the National City building. National City is my bank. So I was over there alot getting cash out of the ATM and picking up Buon Giorno for lunch. One cold afternoon I was waiting in front of the building to meet up with my friend Lindsey for lunch at Rey Azteca and HE CAME OUT OF THE BUILDING TO ASK ME FOR MY NUMBER. So what did I do? I gave it to him! BAD IDEA JAIME! Because I did the same method I did with CSS (Candy Shop Shawn) and didn't answer when he called. But I failed to think about how I'd have to go in there to get money still....
I did successfully avoid him for awhile, but one day he spotted me walking out of my building and he chased me down Stanwix to inquire why I hadn't answered/called him back. Catch a hint Deshawn!

3- Last but not least, Heathcliffe. No, his name is not made up! I met Heathcliffe in the parking lot of Home Depot. Why I was there, I can't remember. Anyways, he cornered me as I was returning my cart and talked my ear off for a good 5 minutes before I gave in and handed him the digits. He had a little more dignity than the others and only called once. Somewhere in heaven there is a halo waiting for Home Depot Heathcliffe.

Maybe this is why I wore the fake engagement ring Josh! And as you can see, it didn't work always, so I guess i'm proving myself wrong about a ring keeping guys away!

Thanks for stirring those memories, rooms. My little croissant. (watch the clip to understand!)