Wow, you've got to admire her spirit here. She clearly saw something she wanted, in his apparently very flattering shirt and pants, and went right after it. A usually bold and effective move, though this time, just bold. Maybe keep it a little more concise next time, with less sharing and verbal diahrrea, ok Dominic? A few thoughts:
The girls name is Dominic? That could explain the neverousness of this call. Probably the first dude who ever gave her a number who wasn't sorely disappointed to find out she wasn't a tranny.
I think I can safely say you're not the only ones that love Yo-Yo's. 6th grade CW was a borderline Yo-Yo master. And then there's the billion+ Asians who I'm sure are rocking sick cat's cradles while solving calculus equations just for fun right now.
You work where again? Ebay? How do you spell that? I don't think I'm familiar with that company...I hope this kid was just yamming on her about not being sure what Ebay was. I mean, I know some people just aren't into the internet and technology, just waiting for that fad to pass, but I have to believe everyone is at least aware of Ebay. If not I'd seriously have to question what you've been preoccupied with for the past 10 years, with my first guess being killing and disposing of chicks you met at the bar, as I hear that can be quite time consuming.
So the kid left urgently, but gave her a real phone number? Now I'm really confused. Did he really have indigestion and had to skip out of the bar or was he trying to get away from this leech? Because if he was just trying to get away why did he give her a real number? I'm going with eh really had indigestion, which is a code word for a case of the squirts. Which is odd in its own right as back in my single days, telling a girl you had to take a dump just wasn't an effective pickup line. Even worse was a girl telling you that she occasionally gets the shits. It's just not stuff you want to hear, ya know?
Well I was going to advise this kid to pull out a restraining order on Dominic here, until she threw out the "page me" line. I know personally I'd have to meet the one person in America still rocking a beeper. Not often in the 2000's you get the chance to hit someone up with the 911, 143 booty page.
