Taking Down a Girl’s Number (When You’re Hammered) in the Days Before Smartphones

Life Before Smartphones 3 of 5: Taking Down a Girl’s Number (While You’re Hammered) in the Days Before Smartphones

first_date_965804_xlargeIn the days before Smartphones, if you were drunk and you wanted to take down a girl’s number, you couldn’t rely on your memory alone.  Even if you’re stone sober, that’s still a lot of numbers.

Back in the bad-old-days you’d have to spontaneously devise some kind of complex memory system that utilizes all of your nearby friends. Example: each drunken knucklehead could be trusted to memorize one single digit of the overall phone number. The following day you could gather your friends and line them up against the wall like the Usual Suspects, and theoretically you’d have the complete phone number standing there before your eyes, though not necessarily in the right order. Then it’s only a matter of swapping your friends around “Price is Right”-style, auditioning different combinations with your rotary phone. You’ll get her sooner or later.

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If you want to further your education, please check out the other “lessons” in this series. And be sure to check back in for next week’s lesson!

Life Before Smartphones

Playing “Angry Birds” in the Days Before Smartphones

Making a Late Night “Booty Call” in the Days Before Smartphones

Taking Down a Girl’s Number (When You’re Hammered) in the Days Before Smartphones

Taking Snapshots (Without Having to Lug Around a Digital Camera) in the Days Before Smartphones

Navigating Your Way Out of a Big City in the Days Before Smartphones

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5 Responses to Taking Down a Girl’s Number (When You’re Hammered) in the Days Before Smartphones

  1. becca3416 says:

    These posts have been very informative and helpful. Thank you.

  2. cestlavie22 says:

    What about the trusty write it on your hand trick? I know it was always a fan favorite when the drunken friend would gloat over a phone number only to fall asleep with his hand across his face and wake up with ink smeared all over him and an indecipherable number from a possibly hot chick.

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