BEST Pretty Woman Moment EVER

I've been around the singles' scene long enough to experience the evolution of "See you in class" to "What's your number?" to "Here's my business card" (so you're saying you're employed…) to "I'm going to MySpace you" (code for "stalk ya later"). But never in a million years could I predict the action that took place on Friday night.

I was out with my girlfriends and I was sitting next to a nice young chap at the bar. I was casually chatting with him until my girlfriends and I decided to head home. He opened his wallet to produce what I would assume to be a business card. But instead, he pulled out a checkbook.

WHAAAA????

He said his phone number was on his checks (yes, along with your name, home address, bank routing number). And rather than tear off the upper left-hand portion that contains only the contact information, he proceeded to tear out the entire blank check for me.

Again, WHAAAA???? Am I being PUNK'd? Ashton, come on out of there!

First of all, does anyone still carry around a checkbook? Second of all, we both had cell phones, so I think it would have sufficed to just shout out the digits.

So to those of you that nicknamed me "Digits" in the past, I think it's high time you started calling me "Blank Check."