Yes, being able to memorize a ten digit number in under five minutes is impressive, at least to a cute twentisomething Jewish girl in scrubs.
Doing it twice in that same five minutes makes you like God. A god without a telephone number, granted, but you might've guessed I was not in top form this morning.
Excuses, excuses, I know. I should've commented on the scrubs, or the cost of matzoh, or something. The point is, I memorized the wrong ten digits, twice.
I'm still new at this whole picking up girls thing. I really shouldn't let something like someone else's faith intimidate me, but I guess I've been shut out enough for it to raise subconscious flags, whether or not I like it.
Crap, and I am now missing three darling ladies.
Gah, loneliness. Sometimes I like it, but for about an hour each day, I really feel the pangs of it.
"then come back, child, cause it's cold outside..."
