The Naivity of the Social Isolate

Who am I referring to in the title? Me, of course. The one who has no social life whatsoever and is so blinded by life that she's naive to what is happening. I'm not bitter, really I'm not, I just find that the things that normal people catch, I find breezing by over my head.

This is what happened: And you have my permission to laugh, because it is a funny story. Embarrassing, but definitely funny.

So on Saturday, I had my friend Lindsey come over and we went to get dinner at a sub store. On our way back to my house, we stopped at a convinient store to get some snacks for later. The cashier was a young male, and a very smooth talker. He had been talking to us the whole time, about the dinner we just bought, about the snacks I just bought, everything.

As he cashed me out, the total came up.

$9.05.

"$9.05 eh? What's the rest of the number?" He asked. I looked at him confused and shrugged.

"I don't know." I replied, and paid him. I was surprised he was quiet for the rest of the time. I didn't know why.

As Lindsey and I left, she turned to me and asked, "You really don't get out much, do you?" I wondered what she was talking about and she finally had to explain to me that the young man was asking for my phone number, and I shot him down. I tried to argue that wasn't what he was doing - I mean I thought he was just pointing out that 905 happens to be the first 3 digits of any phone number and heck, what a coincidence that my total happened to be that.

So then I felt bad (not like I would have given him my number) but still, I could have been nicer about it, and would have been, had I known what he was talking about.

I think from this we can conclude that Chrissy really needs to go on a date and resocialize herself with the male species before something like this happens again, only worse and possibly more embarrassing. I will never live down the "905" story.

CHRISSY