Let’s take a trip back in time to an era before Tinder receipts, “find my location,” and ubiquitous smartphones. We are talking about the dark ages when you actually had to write digits down on a soggy cocktail napkin to pick someone up. It was a simpler time, but the scumbags were just as awful. One woman on Reddit just shared a story from this vintage era that is unparalleled in the annals of petty revenge. It is a masterclass in girl code that honestly deserves a standing ovation.
Our heroine was hanging out at a club minding her own business when she spotted him. The enemy. It was her good friend’s boyfriend. Now, she had never actually met this guy in real life, but thanks to photographic evidence, she knew exactly who this tall, handsome waste of space was. She also knew he was a serial cheater who her friend had already caught once and forgiven because sometimes love makes us do really stupid things.
You would think a guy with a serious girlfriend, one who had already caught him stepping out, would keep a low profile at a local club. But nope. The audacity of mediocre men truly knows no bounds. He zeroed in on the OP, having absolutely no idea who she was, and started spitting his best game. He was flirting with his own girlfriend’s ride-or-die bestie and he was completely oblivious.
Instead of throwing a drink in his face like a lesser mortal might do, our queen decided to play the long game. She leaned into the roleplay. She gave him a fake name—let’s call her “Jill”—and flirted back just enough to hook him. When the inevitable moment came and he asked for her number, she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed a napkin in true nineties fashion and wrote down a phone number. But it wasn’t hers.
I need you to truly appreciate the layers of this trap. It is absolutely diabolical. She wrote down his own girlfriend’s landline number. This required him to be so cocky and so thoroughly intoxicated that he didn’t recognize the seven digits he probably called every single night to say goodnight to his actual partner. We have to thank the universe that he was apparently a few drinks deep because his brain completely short-circuited and missed the giant red flag right in front of his face.
Later that night, the idiot actually called the number on the napkin. Can you imagine the scene on the other end? His girlfriend picks up her phone late at night, expecting maybe an emergency or a sweet check-in, only to hear her own drunken boyfriend’s voice asking for some random chick named Jill that he just met at the club. It is the kind of swift, brutal poetic justice that makes you want to believe in karma.
The girlfriend obviously shared this bizarre “wrong number” story with the OP the next day, not realizing she was talking to the architect of his destruction. The OP managed to keep her mouth shut, which was probably the hardest part of this whole ordeal. Thankfully, the phone call was the final straw, and the girlfriend finally saw the light and dumped the cheater soon after.
Fast forward a few months and the friend met an amazing guy who she eventually married. Once she was safe and happy, the OP finally dropped the bomb and confessed that she was “Jill.” The friend wasn’t even upset; she thought it was hilarious because, well, it is.
Honestly, this move belongs in a museum. It saved her friend months if not years of wasted time on a loser who couldn’t even recognize her phone number when it counted. It is a perfect reminder that if you play stupid games you win stupid prizes, and sometimes your girlfriend’s best friend is the one handing them out.