A dash of context: I was in the university cafeteria getting some food for my face to chew, and there is this really cute cashier. Not cute in the skinny as a rail, Barbie cute, but the voluptuous, curvy, bangs over her face, cute.
I am not saying anything, but I notice her for the attractive qualities and avert my attention back to the food acquisition. I don't hit on people while they are at work under normal circumstances, and thus far this was a very normal circumstance.
I hand my card over to pay, and when I get my card back, she includes a small slip of paper. I take a look and it is the cutest thing ever. A ton of adorable doodles have been done on the sheet of paper. "Shiny!" say I, and wander off.
A little bit later, I come back for dinner and give her a small set of doodles as a cute way of saying "thanks." Getting those cute drawings had made the hell out of my day. I was willing to try and return the favor.
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When I got my card back for the second time, I receive another small slip of paper with doodles on but this time, there is a name and phone number on the back. Jenny, and 867-5309...
Any fan of Tommy Tutone would tell you that this is the name of a song, where a phone number is written on a bathroom stall wall. As I am not a fan of Tommy Tutone, I was blissfully ignorant.
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Later I am taking the company of friends and I ask if they would be ok with me inviting this girl over to watch movies with us. They all consent so I call.
I try the number.
Fail.
I try adding the area code.
Fail.
I show it to my friend and she clasps her mouth and engages in a half laugh half cry. She clues me in and I have been brewing with growing malcontent and spite ever since.
Therein... the poll... have you ever been Jenny'ed?
Stories welcome.
I am not saying anything, but I notice her for the attractive qualities and avert my attention back to the food acquisition. I don't hit on people while they are at work under normal circumstances, and thus far this was a very normal circumstance.
I hand my card over to pay, and when I get my card back, she includes a small slip of paper. I take a look and it is the cutest thing ever. A ton of adorable doodles have been done on the sheet of paper. "Shiny!" say I, and wander off.
A little bit later, I come back for dinner and give her a small set of doodles as a cute way of saying "thanks." Getting those cute drawings had made the hell out of my day. I was willing to try and return the favor.
>.>
When I got my card back for the second time, I receive another small slip of paper with doodles on but this time, there is a name and phone number on the back. Jenny, and 867-5309...
Any fan of Tommy Tutone would tell you that this is the name of a song, where a phone number is written on a bathroom stall wall. As I am not a fan of Tommy Tutone, I was blissfully ignorant.
-.-
Later I am taking the company of friends and I ask if they would be ok with me inviting this girl over to watch movies with us. They all consent so I call.
I try the number.
Fail.
I try adding the area code.
Fail.
I show it to my friend and she clasps her mouth and engages in a half laugh half cry. She clues me in and I have been brewing with growing malcontent and spite ever since.
Therein... the poll... have you ever been Jenny'ed?
Stories welcome.