Saturday, June 30, 2012

"I slipped the waiter my number"

“I was at dinner with my friends and our waiter was super hot. I flirted with him every time he came to our table and we talked before I left, but he didn’t ask for my number. Walking to the car, I felt bummed. But instead of letting the opportunity slip away, I wrote my name and number on a card and went back into the restaurant and gave it to him. I told him I thought we should hang out or get coffee sometime. He texted me later that night!"

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