| I wake up early in the morning because my roommate's alarm clock kept waking me up. (He's gone for the weekend.) I decided to think, "Fuck it, I'm not sleepy anymore, and I'm maaad hungry." I go to the dining hall in my house clothes (a wifebeater, a jacket, slippers, and topshop sleepwear pants), figuring that no babes are gonna be up at 9:30 AM on a Sunday morning.
But I was wrong.
Outside the doors of the dining hall was an HB-Italian. It was just the two of us, and she was on her cellphone. She was dressed up, and I looked like a bum lol. I opened her, then we talked for a bit until the doors finally opened. The conversation between us wasn't awkward, and we transitioned from one topic to another pretty smoothly. I guess the clothes that you wear don't matter when you Game girls, but then again, there's always that line you should never cross.
We both swiped our cards at the counter to further reduce our meal swipes, and it was after that moment when she asked for my name. I took this as a huge IOI because I usually don't tell girls my name or ask them for their name since, well, what's the whole point if we don't see each other again, right? So after the name-exchange, we were still both walking together towards the food area. I asked her if she was alone, and she said yes, then I suggested to her that we should eat together, which she complied.
When we sat together, I stayed quiet until she talked to me. And after that, we just kept talking. And talking. And talking. Italy, Bermuda, cruise ships, Final Fantasy XIII, snails, dogs - anything. We made each other laugh really hard, and I sensed that I was connecting with her on an emotional level. But eventually, all good things must come to an end: she had to go. I wanted to number-close her really badly. The thought crossed my mind to close her during the interaction by giving her my cellphone and letting her put her digits down. But because I didn't expect to run into any girl on a rainy Sunday morning, I left my cellphone on my bed. When the HB-Italian had to leave, I just told her, "It was nice meeting you! See you again sometime." And out she goes...
How could I have number-closed this HB-Italian if I didn't have my cellphone to begin with? I mean, to ask for her phone just so that you put down your number sounds pretty needy. Could I have used a paper napkin and slide it towards her, hoping that she knows what to do with the pen in my hand? What could I have done?
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