So, I go out to the bar with my roommate and a bunch of friends. Now, one of the guys knows a bunch of women. So, I'm standing there minding my own business bull****ting with one of my friends. I put my cigarette out at one of the tables two of the girls are sitting at and out of nowhere one of the blondes just introduces herself and pretty much makes her way into my conversations no matter what. I mean this girl was so overfriendly with me that I was caught off guard. She was even lighting my cigarettes for me. I could tell she liked me for whatever reason. Well eventually I got so ****housed that I lost track (as usual) of what the hell was going on and lost almost everybody.
Well on the way home (my roommate drove some of us downtown) the girl calls my roommates phone and asks him what is wrong with me. Now I'm totally shocked to find out my roommate knows her and I've never met her. I started feeling creeped out by her actions but I liked her and she seemed cool and genuine and she's hot to boot.
Okay, my question is should I ask my roommate for her phone number or just not worry about and hopefully run into her and ask her myself? The whole time at the bar she was trying to get my number but I get really ****y and arrogant when I drink and pretty much screw myself over.
I kind of hate this situation though. Because it seems everything is going along great in my life and then a woman steps in throws my whole subconscious into a wreck as usual. Oh well, **** happens.
Well on the way home (my roommate drove some of us downtown) the girl calls my roommates phone and asks him what is wrong with me. Now I'm totally shocked to find out my roommate knows her and I've never met her. I started feeling creeped out by her actions but I liked her and she seemed cool and genuine and she's hot to boot.
Okay, my question is should I ask my roommate for her phone number or just not worry about and hopefully run into her and ask her myself? The whole time at the bar she was trying to get my number but I get really ****y and arrogant when I drink and pretty much screw myself over.
I kind of hate this situation though. Because it seems everything is going along great in my life and then a woman steps in throws my whole subconscious into a wreck as usual. Oh well, **** happens.