hehe, I got to provide backstory to this for a sec, so bear with me.
I have a REALLY bad habbit that I've been trying to break for a while now but just keep falling back into. I am one of those men who love the thrill of the chase. I go after the woman every man believes is unattainable. During a good sized party I may end up with 3-4 phone numbers, but usually just 2 on an average night. Mind you I'm not bragging about this, but feel bad because when I attain the phone number I dramatically start to diminish my interest. I know girls think guys like me are an asshole, which is why I've been trying to change it...
Anyways because I can not remember names for the life of me, I started to write their name, and later description of looks and topics we talked about, so when I wake up the next morning I know what Kate talked about instead of brining up something Juli said. Now, every guy has a thing they do when they get home, throw their keys/wallet down in the same spots etc. Mine is empty my pockets and put them into the desk draw... which is where the numbers start to accumulate because I'm a moron and forget about them....
Well here's where the story becomes interesting. My roommates found them (along with the description) and started prank-calling these girls (by this time I had a few dozen so they had fun ALL night).
Needless to say I ran into one of these girls, and somehow she remembered the conversation we had a month before and figured out how those guys found her number (quite a puzzle to piece together, got to give her that). Now I'm a double-asshole, one for not calling, and two because she thinks I gave them to her on purpose.... and now she makes sure to let EVERYONE at any parties we both attend know.
hehe guess Karma does exist
