| ...but because it's a girl I had a crush on in High School, who I haven't seen in almost a decade. I closed her number within 5 minutes. Here's how:
*Walk into overly sausaged bar in my hometown. Scope, see almost nothing. Spy crush (HB8.5) at a table with one girl friend. Notice table next to her is open. Sit with my friend without acknowledging I've seen her. Shoot the shit with my buddy for a few minutes, then*
Me: In two minutes I'm going to open a girl, and I'm going to get her number.
Friend: What girl? This place is a sausage fest.
Setup: (Me = X, She = O, Friends = +)
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+ TABLE O X TABLE +
*I turn around. Poke poke poke her back*
Me: Hey didn't I take you to your junior prom? (I did, as an AFC Freshman in College)
Her: *Light up* Oh hey!
Me: Hey you. Wow, you look great, give me a hug.
*She stands and does. A full hug. IOI#1*
Me: Who's your friend?
She: Oh, this is...
Me: And this is...
*Sit down. We're both facing away from our friends. I maintain conversation with her, finding out what she does (bartender, so I make a joke about gross guys hitting on her), how short everyone there is (I'm 6'1", she's about 6') and other mundane stuff. She never once turns back to her friend. IOI#2. Eventually I stumble and can't think of anything to say. She reenganges conversation asking me about my life in Los Angeles. IOI#3. Time to get her number.*
Me: So I'm only in town another couple days, but it'd be great to see you again.
Her: Let me give you my number.
*I hand her my card to write on. This is great because I'm an actor and it has my face on it, and it totally caught her off guard.*
Her: So can I write it on your face? (A joke. The IOIs just keep coming)
*She doesn't have a pen, and dumbass me forgot to bring one. Doesn't matter, I see her look at my phone (IOI) so I take it there. She just keeps the card. I tell her I'll let her get back to her friend, and we turn back. Five more minutes of conversation with my friend, and then we head out. As we leave, I say bye to her and then her friend.*
Me: So I'll see you around.
Her: You have my number.
*Some dude knocks into me as I'm leaving. I calmly correct his path with my hand on his shoulder and display a definite alpha male side I've never had in a bar. She's still smiling as I go.*
*Scene*
Grades:
A for effort. Last year I would've probably just ignored the fact that she was there.
B for technique. It wasn't bad, and I got her number in 5 minutes, but I feel like I kept the conversation from going deeper than the surface. Also, bring a damn pen next time!
D for follow through. Should I have tried to stick around? Or is Day 2 the important part?
Also...do I text or call? I may have said I'd call her, so I think I'm kinda stuck doing that now. Regardless, if I had the balls 10 years ago that I had tonight, I wouldn't have wondered "what if" for so long. I no longer have the "what if" anymore.
Any feedback is more than welcome. I'm going outside for a celebratory cig.
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