I saw you standing by the bar, bull sitting with the bartender. You had this smile about you, like nothing in the world mattered except where you were right then. Great body, nice smile, amazing eyes. You caught my attention right away.
It’d been a long time since I asked a girl for her number. I’m not good at the whole flirting thing, in fact I’m downright terrible at it. I always get nervous. Anxiety, panic, stress. So many thoughts run through my head in a nanosecond.
It’d been a long time since I actually cared enough to want to ask a girl for her number. The past two years I’d enjoyed being single and unattached from almost everyone. Granted I’d been on a couple dates here and there but I’d always gotten their number from someone else. I wasn’t actively trying to go out. I was still hesitant about being in a relationship.
This was different. This was me making a conscious choice to ask a girl out. Was I ready? Did I know what I was doing? Would she just laugh in my face? What do I do with my hands?
Bottom’s up. Let’s do this.
A Toast: To the Big Step