"Hey man, you think I can get that girls number?" I was standing at the club with my friend Jayball. We were both checking out a Vegas mama sitting all by her lonesome on the other side of the bar. "Zip, zilch, nada, nil, no chance, but if you want to make a fool of yourself. Go right ahead," Jayball quips.
You don't know if you don't try is my attitude. So I mosey on over to the other side of the bar and take a seat next to her. My first instinct was to buy her a drink, but I only had twelve bucks, and that had to last all night. So buying a drink was out of the question. Anyways, I ask her how she is doing? She says fine. I then ask her if she comes to the place often. She says once in a while. We then strike up a few minutes of conversation and then she says, "Are you going to buy me a drink?" Again, I only had twelve bucks - so I tell her this, "I am getting ready to leave but why don't you give me your number and we can go out some other time?"
After the request, I found myself standing there for a minute. She acted as if she didn't hear what I said, so I said it again - "What do you say you give me your number and I call you and then we meet up for a drink some other time?" This time I said it directly to her face. Again, I sat there for a minute without an acknowledgement. It was awkward to say the least. She then looks across the bar and waives at a couple of people who had just entered. And without even saying 'bye,' she gets up and walks away.
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