I wasn't expecting to give my number to this particular guy. Even as we were exchanging numbers, the thought crossed my mind that I had no intention of calling him.
He walks past me, taps me lightly on the shoulder and calls, "Hit me up, girl!"
I'm mid-conversation with a friend,"Oh...yeah - "
Wait. What?
"Hit me up, girl?" Really? What am I, 17 ?
But anyway.
COTW
Actually, you don't even have to say anything as you're leaving. Just wave.
Went to drinks with a colleague. Was reminded that somehow, sometimes, somewhere, the work of a gentlemen, however deeply buried, can be WITNESSED. Shocking, I know.
Had a bit of a faux pas when the guy offers to walk me to my car. I immediately respond: "No, it's okay." He asks a couple more times after I insist a couple more times that it was fine, I was only a block or so away.
Clearly, I wasn't going to win this one.
So we start walking and I admit, "Okay, well, I lied. I'm actually three or four blocks."
Sometimes being fiercely independent can backfire on you a little bit.