This is not a proud day for me. I have long vowed to never be “that guy” who has to send a big ole message to everyone he knows asking for their phone numbers. Unfortunately, my phone (heretofore known as “that piece of shit”) finally died last weekend.
I cannot retrieve any of my numbers or contact information from that piece of shit and since it’s 2011, I don’t actually know anybody’s number by heart (with the exception of Grace’s cell, my parent’s house phone and—for whatever reason—the now non-existent Godfather’s Pizza in Hartley, Iowa).
So if y’all could please hit a brotha up with your digits—or fake digits if you’re looking at this as a “he can’t drunkenly text me about the Twins anymore” blessing in disguise—that would be awesome.
If you don’t want a multitude of strangers to know your number, don’t reply directly to this message. You can send me a private message on Facebook, send an email, use a carrier pigeon, send me a text with your name—so I know who the otherwise random number belongs to—or whatever method feels right to you.
Thanks in advance!
PS: If you don’t recall ever giving me your number in the past and you assume this is just cheap ploy to get your digits for the aforementioned purpose of “drunken Twins texts,” well, you might be right…