An Example of the Phone Number Close
I consider myself about an 8, but a 6 in the body. I notice a 9 classmate waiting for our Calculus class to begin. After having gotten brief eye contact and finding my smile returned...
Ki: Hey girl, what's your name?
*I am not trying to be her friend. My interest in her would be obvious to anyone standing within ten or even thirty feet away.
Her: Hey, I'm Dana.
Ki: That's a pretty name...
*I wait briefly to see if she will ask for my name (interest level gauge).
Dana: What's yours?
*Oh goodie.
Ki: It's Ki. Nice to meet you.
Dana: Yeah (smiles).
Ki: (smiles with eye contact) So, whaddya think about our class?
Dana: Oh God, don't get me started.
*The mild ranting begins.
Ki: I know... our teacher's frikkin' crazy. But he knows his stuff.
Dana: Yeah, that's true.
*The conversation continues for a few more minutes.
Ki: Well hey, it's about time to get in there. Lemme call you up sometime (playfully seductive smile).
*Notice I didn't ask; I demanded in a very warm way, while delivering a killer smile.
Dana: Okay (smiles)...
Ki: (Smiles)...
I close in on her personal space as she writes her number down; seeming as though I'm checking to make sure she's writing legibly. When she looks up to hand me the number, my face is half a foot away, with my eyes meeting hers. A breath escapes her. I take the number.
We walk into class. I do not sit next to her, but rather in my usual seat. I wonder if she will follow me to my seat, but she takes her usual seat as well.
Well played, my dear...
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