I too freely give out my phone number.

I stood across from a guy -- a cute one who had a great personality. We presumably just finished our inaugural conversation and decided to exchange phone numbers. As I gave him my number, I finally asked.

"What's your name?"

"Bucky," he said.

Dang, I thought. That's unfortunate.

I didn't have to ask for what turned out to be an even worse fun fact.

"And I'm 16," he said.

Then, I woke up.

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I originally documented this dream upon waking up on July 29, 2007. I was 22. And no offense to anyone named Bucky.