Don’t follow, just get it.

During this time in my life, I was beating them off with a stick! On one ego-boosting evening, whilst on the phone with Robanga, I stated this phrase to some random. He was following me and repeatedly asking for my number. I was walking fast as fuck trying to meet up with Mr. Principles, but the random was admittedly sexy. Obvi, I didn’t want to deny him of my digits, so naturally I was shouting them out from across the street to him. Well, he crossed the street and persistently followed behind me, asking me to repeat myself (which I HATE). Consequently, in my true assholey fashion, I had to prevent Mr. Principles from seeing him, hence my statement, “Don’t follow, just get it [my number].”