I dropped barista girl a voicemail, about a week after asking for her number. No response...I might try one more time before writing her off. Persistance seemed to pay off with her previously.
Now, in other news. I went to a joint called Tailgator's in North Everett with my buddy Thomas. I flirted with quite a few girls and opened a few sets. I finally got a cute girl from Lake Stevens to dance with me. Blonde chick, just turned 21. She was kinda trashy though, real sloppy drunk, a smoker, and a mouth like a sailor. Either way, we did a lot of touching and talking. I eventually asked to use her phone to call a friend because I "lost my phone." I called my phone from hers and saved her number. I then called her later in the night when we were standing right next to me and she was clueless as to how I got her number.
Blonde chick: "That was corny! You could have just asked me for my number!"
Me:"Well we gotta take off, I guess I'll talk to you later"
Blonde chick: "Well now that you have my number, you should call me!"
Me: (smiles and walks off)
I called her the next day and invited her to a "house party" with some friends. Her voicemail said her phone was broken and she would be checking her messages. I might try again later.
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