It actually used to be a game with my best friend and I, who could get the most. At the club we spent 90% of our college weekends at, she came out the winner......reenactments, it was me hands down. Got to love the 19th century definition of classic beauty.....works for me *every* time.
As for fake digits, done that several times! It wasn't nice, but the creepy waiter who wouldn't let us have our lunch until he got our #'s deserved it.... I don't know what number she gave him, but I gave him the number for the local suicide hot line.
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