hehe i love explaining my failures at flirting on my site. I guess since im young i still can have a sense of humor about failed attemps at getting numbers at bars.
Wait till i get older.
Anyway, i walk up to the bar to get a drink and random girl of decent beauty starts talking to me. I sit down, can’t remember for the life of me what we talked about, who knows.
As we’re about to leave, i turn to ask her for phone number, spilling my precious beer on my chair and me.
Instantly any chance of me leaving with her number disappears into beer soaked napkins and me laughing since I now know the antelope has escaped and i need to just go back and lay in the grass in wait.