Giving out my phone number to strangers is still an absurd affair to me. I still don’t understand how some people do it. There are those really brave enough to give their digits out. I was warned by my mother not to talk to strangers. Let’s just say I live by that to this day. Well, some say it is an avenue to find love, to make new (boy) friends, and you know all that.
Recently some guy stopped me in my tracks while taking a walk and he insisted on getting my name and number. Do I feel bad about lying? No. Would I do it again? Yes. For some reason I always use the name Grace. Grace is Gracious. Calm too perhaps? Grace sounds patient. My whole reason is just to stop the conversation from further going on.
Listening to some people’s stories and how they met is uber fantastic. When you think about it, it’s like being in a movie. One of my mates met her mate while in a bus. Yes she told him her (real) name, gave him her number and from there there was a bond.
Maybe I over think things sometimes. It is never that serious. Right? But how do you know if you’re giving your number to a serial killer? How do you know if your number will be transported o other links elsewhere? It is dangerous out there people.
Trusting really doesn’t come easy. It is such a process. Like you have to break into so many stone, bricked walls. And still by the time the barrier is broken there is still cement lingering that has to be chipped up.
Don’t get me wrong. I can make friends very easily but there is some sort of roadblock when it comes to guys. Do some of you girls get like that? Do you easily trust?
Being over protective of me is what works best. You know after so many let downs why would I want to throw myself in the deep end again?
Giving out a number means no harm but if there are trust issues then there is no need. Politely decline. If you don’t mind sharing your contact, go ahead. You never know what the other side has for you. Luck may be knocking on your door.