| Wellz, I actually work at a gas station myself. Not to come off as boastful, but I feel as though I'm a pretty attractive gal to see working at a gas station. I get hit on very frequently. The creepy weirdoz are always the ones who are ignorantly brave enough to ask for my number [which I gladly say no]. The normal/more-so in my league guys, honestly never ask me for my number. I understand it's a nail biter asking a girl for her number in the first place, nevertheless, at her place of work. But if you feel as though the two of you have somewhat of a connection, stop being a noob, and ask to exchange digits with her. If you know you're not a sketchy creep and are on the same level as her mentally, then I don't think she will turn you down. [If she does, you can slap me] You'll feel it if there's a connection, its all about eye contact, my friend. Next time you mosey on over there, wait until the traffic of people going in and out slows down, that way it will be easy for you to spark up a conversation without any other distractions getting in the way. There has been plenty of times I've wished one of my "regulars" who strike my fancy, and that I'm totally into, would ask me for my digits. I've seriously contemplated about just asking this kid for his number who works next door.
With that being said, locate those balls of yours, and ask her for her number already.
YOU GOT THIS, HOMIE!
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