So we get seated and our waiter walks over; lo and behold, it's the one that checked me out. I sit there thinking "Well this should make for an interesting dinner." So anyway he waits on us and brings us pretty much extra of everything we ordered. We ask for food and he brings it so fast, like it's better than any service I think I may have gotten at a restaurant. Totally awesome.
We eat and get ready to go and I'm like, "You know, I might as well give the kid my number, I'll just work my way around the Chili's male staff," haha. I pay the bill and as we walk out pass the kid my number.
*Note to girls: Always carry a note pad and pen in your purse... it comes in handy. :)*
So I hand it to him and say: "Thanks, have a good night."
He replies: "Yes ma'am and thanks! I was hoping you would give me your number."
This is where it gets good -- I'm already walking out and really not paying too much attention because:
1. I don't usually give my number out to guys, I either get theirs or someone I'm with gives it to them.
2. I usually don't make the first move in these situations, *guys cut girls some slack we get nervous around you more than I think you know*.
So I reply, "Yeah, I know you were." By the time that lovely line has escaped my mouth I'm thinking "Oh man, oh man, where is the nearest exit?!" Honestly, I'm not really sure why I said it or what the hell I was thinking, oye ve!
Now I'm waiting to see if he calls tomorrow. Let's pray I don't ruin it then. Also, I'm wondering, do I apply the 24 hour rule or cut some slack? If he doesn't call, then oh well, it was funny and rather entertaining no matter the outcome. I will keep you updated oh the whole situation.
If by any chance you're reading this in the future for some odd reason, there is the explanation of why I did what I did, Garrett, haha.
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