at the student union
one night many moons ago I went to the bar
to buy a round in. As I stood waiting to get served I looked over to my left and a very pretty young girl
in a stunning low-cut little dress was stood there, smiling
right at me.
I was young and didn't know what to do or more especially what to say. The fact that I was a little drunk as well didn't help, I always seemed to say the wrong thing in that state. So, I turned around and ordered my drinks then left the bar.
As the night went on I spied her across the room, she kept glancing over from her group of friends and looking straight at me. I had never been so overtly flirted with by such a pretty girl and I was nervous and unsure of what to do. Should I walk straight up, take her in my arms and kiss her? I knew trying to talk to her was out of the question, I couldn't think of one word to say.
I looked at my watch and realised the night was nearly over. Still she stood there, I had watched her brush off the other guys who came over to her in a matter of seconds. I made a quick decision and went to the bar to borrow a pen and some paper. I wrote
"Here's my number, call me" and underneath my number and name. Nothing else, just that. Simple is best I thought. I walked over to her, her back was turned, and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and smiled and I nervously, silently handed her the note and walked away.
The very next afternoon the phone rang, I honestly didn't think it would be her. I picked up and heard
"This is Jim from the bar at the SU, whats your fucking problem mate?"
"Well, are you the bastard that left that note last night? I am calling the right number for ZamZ aren't I?"
"You've got the right number, but I don't know what you are talking about"
"You know fine well, the note that said 'Your service is shite and your bar the most un-hygenic hole I've ever drunk in, Here's my number, call me'"