TWENTY TWO IS MY LUCKY NUMBER

I was BORN on the 22nd. A guy asked me to homecoming on my birthday in 9th grade.

I thought he was the cutest thing ever, and his basketball number was 22. We went to homecoming together but I was too scared to talk to him, and he actually had a crush on a friend of mine.

Moral of the story: Lucky numbers are usually picked for dumb reasons. Lucky numbers are stupid.