Do you ever wonder what happens to your phone number when you give it to someone? Not often do I meet a guy and give my number to them without being asked for it. Occasionally I feel a surge of confidence to pass it on, I am not going to lie the surge is usually alcohol induced.
Lately I have been chilling with my buddies at our new watering hole, Uncle Tito’s, a grand little hole in the wall in the inlet. My friend Paige happens to be one of the bartenders and we have become friendly with a few of the regulars.
The last time that we were all at the bar I met the cute new bartender Scott. We were all hanging out at the bar swapping stories, and laughing about my recent bad date and he joined in the conversation with us. We told Scott about our groups game night and even invited him to join us a few days later. We even began to talk about my job at the aquarium and he was saying how he thought it would be a cool place to visit. As I continued to drink my confidence began to soar so before I left I wrote my cell number on the back of my business card and gave it to Scott along with my tab telling him “here's my card my number is on the back give me a call sometime if you’d ever like to come to the aquarium.”
This weekend I was hanging out at another bar with my crew and my friend Paige asked me if I had ever heard from Scott. I told her no. So she began to tell me a story that a coworker that works with her at the bar told her. Apparently Scott was too drunk to make it home on his own at the end of the night so he got a ride from their coworker. He was going through his cards from that night and tossing them saying “don’t know this guy, don’t know this guy.” But then he got to my card and said “this is the girl that has game night!” then he placed my card in his back pocket.
He still hasn’t called but it’s nice to know that he wanted to keep it. J
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