>I went to a party the other day, with a very certain mindset held.
>I decided before hand that I wouldn't spaghetti out no matter what, I would overcome my discomfort of unfamiliar people, and hopefully make some new friends.
>I did exactly that.
>I hung around some of the food I brought figuring people would come and go regularly and I would have a bit to talk about.
>About an hour and a half in two cuties walk over, I had seen them patrolling around but them and I never were in quite the same spot at the same time.
>One of them was a vegetarian which I had qualms with at first, but realized that on the grand scale of things I'm in no way one to judge.
>The think I'm a pretty nice guy
>Here it comes
>Ask for their numbers
>My whole body shakes a bit to the beat of the slightly too loud music, and the itch on the back of my neck really starts to dig in.
>"Sure Anon! Here you go!"
>They each write down their numbers on a paper towel.
>That night was such a success!
>I got two girls phone numbers!
>Or I guess you could say:
I GOT DOUBLE DIGITS CHECK'EM