While waiting for the bank to open this morning I stopped in for a hot chocolate (yes, I'm 35 and prefer hot chocolate to all things coffee) , and as luck would have it Mustache was working! We immediately started talking as he made my drink, and he said that he had wanted to come by the salon and say hi but that he couldn't find the party invitation I had given him and had forgotten the name of the salon. My brain interpreted that as "write your number down now," and I always listen to my brain. As another customer walked in I quickly handed him the scrap of paper and said, "That's the salon info, and that's my phone number" and then told him to have a good day as I headed out the door.
When I left the bank ten minutes later, I decided I needed a lid on my drink for the bus ride to work (okay, really I just needed an excuse to go back to the coffee shop). Mustache smiled and came over to where I was standing, so I instantly blurted out (smoothly, I'm sure), "For future reference, my number can be used for hair concerns, bike issues, and just because you want to see me." He said thanks and told me that I was nice and awesome. Then I went on my way for real.
For the record I know very little about bikes other than the fact that they typically have two wheels, but we had been on that subject earlier. I had told him about the guy who refurbishes bikes as a hobby and then proceeded to offer my dust-collecting bike to him while he waits for one that he just ordered. That's normal, right? Offering your bike to a person with whom you've shared approximately 37 minutes of conversation.
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