I was riding the train one day with my friend when this guy out of the blue asked me what my name was.

Me: Claire. (No, that is not my real name)

Him: Oh is that french? Are you from France?

Me: Oh yeah, it is.

Him: Ohhh, say something in French.

(I panic for a bit because I’m really not from French nor from France. I say the first thing that comes to mind…)

Me: Le cafe.
(Was that even French?)

Him: oh niccee. Can I have your number?

Me: Sure, it’s 516-867-5309
(Yes, the number from that song Jenny 867-5309, haha)

Him: Wait, that can’t be right, you’re lying to me.

Me: Ok, ok, here’s my real number – (and I proceed to make up another number, which I don’t remember)

Him: What was the last 4 numbers?
(I completely forget what I told him and him a total different number for the third time)

Him: (he gets up to get off): It was nice meeting you, Claire. And I’ll call you so we can arrange a lil somethin somethin.

(Winks and gets off the train.)

Did I mention that I was DRUNK the entire time? I’m actually surprised I didn’t give this guy my real number.

–submitted by Call me, because I gave you the wrong number–

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