Jenny Wasn't a Friend of Yours

San Diego. Analog Bar, Gaslamp Quarter. It's the end of the night, and the dance floor is clearing out. As my friend and I were making our way out of the bar this guy, let's call him Tommy, runs up to me and says "Hey can I have your number?" I laughed and sported a sympathetic smile and stated that I was too old for him. He went on to say how I had to be 22 or 23 and that he was 21. We were being rushed out by the bouncer but Tommy would not leave me alone. I finally agreed to give him my number to get him out of my face and waited for him to get his phone ready. I proceeded to give him my phone number, "2-1-3," "2-1-3", he repeated. "8-6-7-5-3-0-9" and he repeated it as he typed it into his phone without any awareness. He then asked for my name and I said "Jenny," just to push it along further. "Ok I called it," he said after dialing the number. I replied "No I called it, you're too young for me", and I walked out of the bar, smiling.