*ram* You should have called her
If you need to practice, then practice. Practice on any old girl, don't wait till you've got a 7.5 on your hands.
Call old female friends, get numbers of girls that are below your standards, anything. I know it seems tough to make the effort, but you just gotta do it, and when you finally do make the effort, you realise it's not that big a deal to practice. (remember, 20,000 days)
You don't even have to go too hard core - call a couple of females you know, 1 or 2, and just see how it goes, and analyse how it went afterwards. Just try and look for opportunities to practice.
When you text, you're sending the message that you are too shy, and also you have no chance to win her over with your tone of voice and finding things in the conversation to make fun of, neg her a little, etc. like everything in life there's no guarantee you will do awesome (but you might if you try) but there is ZERO chance if you text. So it's an easy choice. Just call. I always call when propositioning a girl to go out to something with me, because I know that the tone of voice I have is what will convince her, not the text or the outing itself.
txting back and forth is only okay if she's a "texter" herself, who likes having full blown conversations in text - and this is only persmissable if she starts the text convo. When you want to initiate contact, you phone.
Here, just in time, a new post that is just what you need to read
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So what did I do? I became a mad man. I'd get the number of any woman who'd give it to me: young, old, fat, hairy, smelly... whatever.
I convinced friends to give me women's numbers that had gone sour. Laughing they'd warn: "Good luck buddy. This one's a real bitch. I got nowhere with her."
I didn't care. I just wanted practice talking to women over the phone. I was a mad scientist at work.
After nearly developing lockjaw and accruing a few bankrupting phone bills from incessantly talking to women on the phone, I figured out the secret to moving women from the phone to meeting in person.
I convinced friends to give me women's numbers that had gone sour. Laughing they'd warn: "Good luck buddy. This one's a real bitch. I got nowhere with her."
I didn't care. I just wanted practice talking to women over the phone. I was a mad scientist at work.
After nearly developing lockjaw and accruing a few bankrupting phone bills from incessantly talking to women on the phone, I figured out the secret to moving women from the phone to meeting in person.