Unfiltered Story #342558

(Me and brothers are at our hotels arcade at night. As they played air hockey, I left to play one round of “Deal or no Deal”. Note, I’m only eleven, and have never been hit on before. As I swipe my game card, I see a young boy, about my age, approach me.)

Boy: “I lost my number, and I have yours?”

Me: (completely confused and not understanding) “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right”

Boy: (grinning) “I lost my number, can I have yours?”

Me: (I finally understood that I have been hit on and I try to think of a polite way to respond. I looked at the “Deal or no Deal” game in front of me) “Umm… No deal! Sorry

(By now I have noticed my mother looking at me and I think the boy did too.)

Boy: BYE! (Dashes away)

Mother: “Who was that?”

Me: (still in shock after being hit on for the first time) “I, I think I was hit on”

(My mother started laughing like crazy, called my Dad to tell him and bought me ice cream. Still remember that to this day!)