And as luck would have it, a cute piece of work caught my eye. While I couldn't help but stare at him, I was admittedly a little shy. Who isn't? I'm comfortable in my looks, and I felt really put together that night. But it doesn't make that "high school nervousness thing" go away.
I told my friend's sister about this, who in response (or maybe it was the vodka from the night talking), dragged me over to the waiting area by the bathroom where he was. She and I started chatting with him and his friends, and I soon came out and told him that we were there because I was drawn to him.
Turns out that the party he was there for was connected to mine - his friend and my friend (birthday girl) are friends. Small world, eh? Therefore, we got much more time to chat.
Before he left, he came over to me and asked whether my "friend" who wanted to talk to him was interested in talking to him. When I reminded him that it was me, he smiled and said he just wanted to make sure to cut through the bull. Gotta admit, I appreciated that.
In turn, he rattled off his number. And, before he left, he called me out while talking with his friends.
I appreciate his candid, direct approach to get me to cut past my whole momentary "shy" thing. And he even gave me his number, although one CAN argue that it gives him chance to blow me off if he feels like it.
Then why give out the number, right? I know, I know. Now, it's just about calling the guy. And I will. But, I gotta be honest. His approach already has me paying attention.
Some food for thought:
How often should a girl get the guy's number?
As for guys -- I always wonder whether they prefer to get the digits, or give them...