i went to stock with erica and this man comes up and says hi and asks her her name and then asks how old she is. "16, 17, 18?" "17." "17? good i like them young." and we smile and walk away and make sure he's far away in the check out line. we do another twenty minutes of shopping. we go out to the car and begin to put the food away and up drives the man. he waited for us. he says "Hey Monica, here's my number. can i have yours?" "no." "do you have a cell phone." "no." "i'm going to take you out to the movies, you wanna see a movie? what type of movie do want to see?" "it doesn't matter." "you're going to call me right?" "ummm" "call me on sunday okay because i have to work. okay?" "um yeah whatever." "bye monica." twitch. his name was donald. she burned his number. then we went shopping and ate and it provided much enjoyment. i had fettechine alfredo (very very very yummy) and i saw some random girl from mission bay that i used to know but i don't remember her name.