That’s not like me.
Maybe it was the five shots of liquid courage or maybe it was the fact that… no, wait, it was definitely the liquid courage.
See, I don’t give my number to people.
I don’t flirt.
I don’t talk to strangers. (Congrats mom, for some reason that one stuck…)
It’s just not my thing.
Well, I shouldn’t say that. It’s more… if somebody approaches me? Awesome. I’m all for it.
I don’t really approach people.
Maybe it’s the fear of rejection or my complete lack of tact, but I don’t do it.
So me giving you my number? Granted, it was after my buddy forced me to talk to you… but that’s neither here nor there. The fact that I still did it? Pretty impressive for me.
So in the immortal words of Elton John and Kiki Dee, don’t go breakin’ my heat.