Twisted Thumb.

In the past few weeks, i've racked up a fair share of phone numbers. I have no intention of calling any of them. In fact, if we (ie, the boys in the office) were to pool the collection of numbers we have amassed over the past month we'd have our very own mini yellow pages.

For a man, the act of getting a stranger's number is the most natural thing to do. The only issue is actually getting your act together long enough to actually bother going up to her and saying more than just, "Umm."

It's one of the most barbaric ways of showing off our manhood. Aside from flashing our penises in public of course (i'm assuming that's still illegal). The bigger the balls (excuse my language) the bigger the amount of digits you'd end up getting.

The term Big Swinging Dicks came from the mad house that is Wall Street. A street filled with ego filled, testosterone charged boys driving the latest Porsches with the week's hottest flavor sitting snugly in the passenger seat - preferably blonde.

I was at this show a couple of weeks back..and there was this girl that caught my eye. Well mine and three other boys around me. Funny thing was, none of the boys had the courage to go up to her and say hello. They were just physically bashing one another, jousting to see who can say "I'm the man" the loudest.

Realizing that this form of physical torture would probably take up a good couple of hours, i got off my perch and went straight towards her. I said hello (to her surprise), and asked her if she frequented the place often. She said that it was her first time and that the only reason she was here was because the band that was on stage happened to be a family friend.

For an instant our eyes connected and before i could respond she introduced herself. I smiled, gave her my name and told her that this place was too noisy to have a decent conversation. I told her that i'd come back down later when the band was done with their set. I never did.

Why?

Because my thumb got twisted on the way back up the staircase, and it took every last ounce of strength i had to stay properly focused. Plus, I was too engrossed with the conversation i was having with the ice pack.

The last thing i remembered was a mate asking me, "Dude, did you get her name?"

"Yup. And then some."

:)