I kept seeing this girl around and she was really hot. She was always kinda alone, or just wandering around, being hot. My friend saw me gazing at her forlornly and he was like ‘dude, go talk to her’ and I was like ‘no way dude, she’s probably stupid’, like sour grapes cause you can’t get no wine. So he went and talked to her for me, like high school. I didn’t know this but his first line was ‘are you stupid?’ I was wondering why she looked horrified at him and talked to me, but that worked out well. I also wondered why she kept going on about studying law but that also makes sense now. She even offered me her number, which was sweet, though I think she wants something in the paper. But whatever. I have her number. Now what?
I have never actually asked for girls numbers before. Not cause I’m so suave, but cause it’s really all about the introduction, as high school as that is. Lately I have fewer inhibitions and more desperation, so I have. I met this Pakistani divorcee drinking by herself in Galle and sat down with her, which went fine. And she gave me her number, German roaming of all things and told me some boutique hotel she was going to. But I never called her either. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
For one thing, none of these girls are especially marriageable, and I am not really driven by sex as much as companionship, and a slightly deflated ego. For another, I am scared of using the phone. For a third, I don’t tend to want anything I can get. And I lack initiative, preferring to walk around till opportunity falls on my head. So I’m thinking I probably won’t call that girl. Though I probably should.