Don't get me wrong, I don't get asked for my details often but on the odd occasion when I do, I revert back to adolescent behaviour. My first response is to panic and think of a way out of giving my details...because the person in question obviously has a screw loose to even consider wanting to speak to me again! It's my own take on that famous Groucho Marx saying, "I don't want to belong to a club that will accept me as a member." I realise however that not wanting to date or be friends with someone that's interested in me will doom me to being alone forever so I've vowed to try to fight this inclination.
The awkward surprise stage follows shortly behind the panic stage, where I bumble and mumble something all the while trying to bide precious seconds to think about whether I really want to see this person again. My default is generally 'no freaking way' and then go grade-school on the poor soul by giving them numbers but messing up one or two digits.
Appreciation stage follows, as I realise I should be incredibly grateful that someone had both the interest and courage to ask.
In the instance in question, my gut response was to not give out my details, but I knew that was no way to meet new friends and interesting people so knowing this was on the list I shared my actual number. I'm only looking for friendship at the moment and that was cool with them so we have agreed to meet up with that in mind.
With this one down, the next step is for me to ask for someone's number.
I'm not holding my breath... that one could take a while.
Photos: Shutterstock/cartoonresource, BWFalsome
Made me smile reading this, especially the last bit. I really lack confidence (not to mention a devout introvert) but I would love to be able to ask a woman for her phone number, without coming across as a creep, weirdo or stalker (yes, that's what goes through my head). It's on my to do list.. wonder how log it will take me.
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