Return of the mack?

Old habits die hard, I guess.

I had another one of those weekends—Christmas parties, open bars, beer, wine, dirty martinis and phone number slips.

Great line I taught my girlfriends who feel too rude to say, “no” when a guy asks for their number—“Sorry, but I have this policy, I don’t give my phone number to people I’ve just met. I’ll take yours though.” Most guys look at me like I just said, “I love to cook and wash dishes!” after I say this. It makes you sound like a person with high moral standards when all you’re really saying is, “I think you’re ugly.”

I’ve got to learn to take my own advice as most of the weekend was spent staring at incoming phone calls from unfamiliar numbers and wondering, “Who the fuck is this?”

-L