Gettin them Digits
So some adventures are acts of bravery.
One very simple yet scary feat- that of them digit gettin.
The adrenaline that spikes is the same as that of climbing great towers or other acts of tomfoolery.
There have been several acts of thumping heart and sweaty palms as i approach my fate of denial or digits but i shall start with the first.
Foon, shawn, and i sat at a restaurant outside in downtown clinton on a warm summer evening waiting for our food. Shawn and I were trying to talk Foon into getting the waitress's number (with much banter and Shawn saying things like "you scared son?" but foon refused, and i just felt plum disappointed that no one wanted to spice up the evening so i offered myself as the sacrificial lamb and brave warrior of digit obtaining.
I'll get someone's number! I piped up.
It was decided that I would get the number from the bus boy with the samuria bun (Asian food place). I happened to be eating with my rollerblades on so when I went into the restaurant I was way too tall and awkwardly rolled over the lumpy door way. Fear clutching me I made a bee line for the bathroom as an alternate route but then collected myself. Emerging from bathroom I spied my prey and rolled up to him."Excuse me" said I as I got closer. He turned to me and suddenly his face looked like that of a fifteen year old. He looked way older from far away.
"Um. Can I have your number?" I was looking down at him from my lofty rollerblades.
Him: Sure.
Me in head: wow that was rather easy.
He fumbled around and gave it to me. His face looked a little nervous but also rather happy.
Him: What's your name?
Me: Jenifer. Well ok thanks bye!
Him: Bye
I rolled back to the table where the onlookers awaited me (they had been watching intently through the window.)
Shawn: (excitedly) what happened did he give it to you?
Foon let out a caw like laugh. And this shall mark the first feat of them digit getting.
The next occurred on a team mates birthday. Once again we sat waiting for our food, and this time my team mate scrawy challenged me.
Scrawny: I bet you wont go over to that cop and get his number... do it! Her eyes had a devilish glint of delight in them that i wanted to please. plus i mean, anything to spice up the evening.
Heart thumping i made my way to the cop at the bar, he looked young but definitely not fifteen this time. I also later found out the whole girls team was watching intently from across the room, and I'm sure the cop noticed then all watching. I quickly did the old "veer to the bathroom to collect my courage before emerging once again."
Me: Hey uh, can I have your number?
I felt weird in my long church skirt and large necklace of the mother of God. Did pious looking girls get dem digits... it didnt' feel right.
Once again his face looked embarrassed but not really unhappy or annoyed.
Mr cop: yea...
After he gave it to me i tried to make a little polite conversation before movin on out.
me- so you come her often?
him- yea
me- oh
The last happened on the belt line when I was running with Hannah and Chris Manning. This guy was straight up dancing on his longboard and it was truly the sexiest thing i had laid eyes on all month.
After two other triumphant digit gathering sessions i decided that i was ready to really be denied. Plus I had two friends right with me and I was feeling fiesty as I pranced along the belt line.
this time i wasnt really scared.
I ran up behind him as he sat to the side perhaps resting. He had in music so I poked him on the shoulder (doink doink).
Me: excuuse me. may i have your number?
him: sure!
i dont actually remember his face probably because i was too busy running. i was surprised that he so easily agreed though.
he then skated along beside me and we all chatted while he gave out his number and i put it in my phone.
i lost that phone though and never got a single dance lesson.
moral of the story- ladies... if ya want them digits just ask. its scary but the guys are usually pretty willing.
One very simple yet scary feat- that of them digit gettin.
The adrenaline that spikes is the same as that of climbing great towers or other acts of tomfoolery.
There have been several acts of thumping heart and sweaty palms as i approach my fate of denial or digits but i shall start with the first.
Foon, shawn, and i sat at a restaurant outside in downtown clinton on a warm summer evening waiting for our food. Shawn and I were trying to talk Foon into getting the waitress's number (with much banter and Shawn saying things like "you scared son?" but foon refused, and i just felt plum disappointed that no one wanted to spice up the evening so i offered myself as the sacrificial lamb and brave warrior of digit obtaining.
I'll get someone's number! I piped up.
It was decided that I would get the number from the bus boy with the samuria bun (Asian food place). I happened to be eating with my rollerblades on so when I went into the restaurant I was way too tall and awkwardly rolled over the lumpy door way. Fear clutching me I made a bee line for the bathroom as an alternate route but then collected myself. Emerging from bathroom I spied my prey and rolled up to him."Excuse me" said I as I got closer. He turned to me and suddenly his face looked like that of a fifteen year old. He looked way older from far away.
"Um. Can I have your number?" I was looking down at him from my lofty rollerblades.
Him: Sure.
Me in head: wow that was rather easy.
He fumbled around and gave it to me. His face looked a little nervous but also rather happy.
Him: What's your name?
Me: Jenifer. Well ok thanks bye!
Him: Bye
I rolled back to the table where the onlookers awaited me (they had been watching intently through the window.)
Shawn: (excitedly) what happened did he give it to you?
Foon let out a caw like laugh. And this shall mark the first feat of them digit getting.
The next occurred on a team mates birthday. Once again we sat waiting for our food, and this time my team mate scrawy challenged me.
Scrawny: I bet you wont go over to that cop and get his number... do it! Her eyes had a devilish glint of delight in them that i wanted to please. plus i mean, anything to spice up the evening.
Heart thumping i made my way to the cop at the bar, he looked young but definitely not fifteen this time. I also later found out the whole girls team was watching intently from across the room, and I'm sure the cop noticed then all watching. I quickly did the old "veer to the bathroom to collect my courage before emerging once again."
Me: Hey uh, can I have your number?
I felt weird in my long church skirt and large necklace of the mother of God. Did pious looking girls get dem digits... it didnt' feel right.
Once again his face looked embarrassed but not really unhappy or annoyed.
Mr cop: yea...
After he gave it to me i tried to make a little polite conversation before movin on out.
me- so you come her often?
him- yea
me- oh
The last happened on the belt line when I was running with Hannah and Chris Manning. This guy was straight up dancing on his longboard and it was truly the sexiest thing i had laid eyes on all month.
After two other triumphant digit gathering sessions i decided that i was ready to really be denied. Plus I had two friends right with me and I was feeling fiesty as I pranced along the belt line.
this time i wasnt really scared.
I ran up behind him as he sat to the side perhaps resting. He had in music so I poked him on the shoulder (doink doink).
Me: excuuse me. may i have your number?
him: sure!
i dont actually remember his face probably because i was too busy running. i was surprised that he so easily agreed though.
he then skated along beside me and we all chatted while he gave out his number and i put it in my phone.
i lost that phone though and never got a single dance lesson.
moral of the story- ladies... if ya want them digits just ask. its scary but the guys are usually pretty willing.
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