++++ACCIDENTAL SICKLY SARGE++++

Its Valentine's day and as I have no one to share it with I went out into Leeds during the day for a drink. We went round a few places and ended up in Yate's for a pub lunch (at around 4pm). Immediately the waitress starts giving me IOI's, she's a tall, slim, pretty HB7/6.5 with a lip piercing and lots of eyeliner and looks about 24. I am in no state to game her, I'm dieing from flu and it shows. But she keeps giving me IOI's - eye contact, smiling, finding an excuse to say things to me (e.g. I went to the toilet and she was coming down the stairs and she said "Are you following me" and I was like "Course not!" - way too ill to think of a cool comeback). I wanted to game her but my mind just wasn't with it, so I text Pacha, Kowalski and Darood for some help. None of the things they said was really me, so I decided to use it as just ideas. My mate heads to the toilet and she comes over to take my plate away:

HB: Can I take that
Sin: No
HB: But arn't you finished
Sin: No not yet
HB: You best hurry up or its going to be cold
Sin: Its already cold but I don't give a fuck
HB: Thats swearing at a member of staff, your not allowed to do that
Sin: Do I look like I care?
HB: I'll be back for it shortly
(All said with a grin on my face and a smile on her's)

Great so now I have some time to think. And I try, I really do try to think of something good. But my friend comes back and when she finally comes back over I still havn't thought of anything. So when she asks if she can take my plate now, I say (with a blocked nose) "I'll do you an exchange; my plate for your number" Crude. Very crude. She looks at me a minute as if waiting for me to crack, I just sit and look her in the eye. "Ok". And I almost said "What? Really?", almost. I handed her my phone and she puts her number in, then says "My names Sarah by the way". WHAT!? I forgot to even ask her name? Oh well, I've pulled it off, now head for the hills before you sneeze and cover the entire clientel of Yate's in snot.

+++POST SCRIPT+++

I text her straight away after leaving Yate's with just simply "Joe" as I realised she didn't know my name. Then it went something like this:

Sin: Thanks for the food - it was terrible. But you weren't bad to look at so I guess its ok.
Sarah: lol - your face isn't bad either
Sin: Don't lie. You just like the piercing.
Sarah: lol - I could say the same
Sin: Nah it was the eyeliner that caught my attention. The piercing was just an added bonus. Mind if I ask how old you are?
Sarah: I'm 19, you? x
Sin: I thought you were older. I'm 19. Your lucky, I don't do lasses younger than me. Apart from Yate's what do you do?

Made me smile, great job - straight to the point and you have a day 2 in the making.

Will be interesting to know where and how you move on from the text convo.

Ambitious

Bit hard when I'm going back to Manchester. It'll probably be 2 weeks before I come home again. Time to build trust.

lol, great story.

Reminds me of that bit in ghost where he kicks that bottle in to other ghosts head.

"Way to go kid, way to go."