Here’s how this is suppposed to work: you and I catch one another’s eye at the bar, we start to chat, we laugh, we get along, thirty minutes later your budidies are ready to go so you have to leave …you then ask for my phone number, and we call it a night.
Why did you skip this step? You seemed to like me, are you hoping serendipity will lead us to the same place at the same time again?
Do you live in a John Cusack movie?
It was nice to meet you but seriously…. next time, don’t try and rely on fate. Ask for my digits.