In what may be the worst idea ever, James Franco tried to pick up a 17-year-old on Instagram. Geez, keep that shit on Tindr, dude. The girl, Lucy Clode (who I totally misread as Chode) had taken an Instagram video of James Franco in NYC earlier that day in which Franco told Lucy to tag him when she put it up.
[Video gone. Looks like Lucy took down her Instagram account. Here’s a still from it though.]
She did which was all that Franco needed to be able to DM her. Probably immediately. It was your typical conversation. Where do you live, where are you from, are you 18, who are you with, do you have a boyfriend, should I rent a hotel room? You know, the usual.
To sum up Lucy’s answers, she’s 17 about to turn 18, she’s from Scotland and, as long as he’s around, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Damn, her boyfriend is probably slitting his wrists right now.
Franco pushed pretty hard to get her to meet him but sensing she might end up in someone’s basement for the next 15 years, she asked for proof that the guy she was talking to was really James Franco. Franco sent one selfie and again asked if she wanted to meet up.
But, figuring the conversation was fruitless, he was about to give up until she told him she was going to tell all her friends. Franco shot back a creepy, “Don’t tell.” Loose Lips Lucy then said she’d meet him if he sent her a selfie with her name written on a piece of paper. Franco obliged. No one knows what happened next but I assume he didn’t bang her. Or did he? Dun dun dun!
Lending credence to the story, Franco added this to his Instagram, “Please don’t DM if you are under 18. Thank you.” He’s since changed it back.
Full transcribed conversation below.
Franco: Where do you live? NYC?
Lucy: Scotland. In a small town called Dollar
Franco: How long will you be in New York?
Lucy: Oops sorry, um a few days it’s my 18th birthday present
Franco: You’re 18? Who are you with? Do you have a bf?
Lucy: nearly 18, my mum and not if you’re around
Franco: When is your bday? Where are you staying? What’s your #?
Lucy: In May but I have exams then, just off of Times Square in a Hilton, what do you mean #
Franco: Can I see you?
Lucy: As long as you are james Franco
Franco: I am. You’re single? What’s the hotel? Should I rent a room?
Lucy: April fools was an hour ago though…
Franco: [sends selfie] It’s me. Yes or no? Tomorrow or thurs? Ok. Be well. X
Lucy: I’ll come back when I’m 18
Lucy: Well this is a story my Scottish friends will never believe
Franco: Don’t tell
Lucy: I just want proper evidence that it’s you and I won’t
Franco: I gave it to you. If you don’t want to meet, then text me when you do. Bye.
Lucy: You sound so dodgy though
Lucy: One second, I will meet you if you write my name on a piece of paper then send it to me with your face also in the picture, please.
Franco: [sends picture]
In all fairness, if I was James Franco, I’d be DM’ing, PM’ing, any type of M’ing every hot girl I met to try and hook-up. As long as they’re legal. Not doing so would be like Superman never using his superpowers.