Navigating the twenty-something bar scene could be likened to treasure hunting for the needle in the haystack: Lots of OK options, but only a select few that really catch the eye, and maybe just one that seals the deal.
The moment of victory? Snagging her digits with the hopes of pursuing the prospective relationship outside the four walls of your dingy local dive bar. This guy checked all the boxes: super sweet, got the number, texted her ASAP the next morning. His only fumble? It’s not actually her number. Oops. Poor guy.
Steve starts off the convo how one should—sweet, flirty and totally normal (which, arguably, is all you can really ask of the total rando you met at the bar last night).
Doing good, Steve!
Steve ventures into slightly less safe territory: asking his new lady friend if she remembers what went down at the bar last night. Of course she doesn’t, and she probably doesn’t want to. Trust us.
Insert creepy pic of a shot from Pirates of the Caribbean? Ermm, OK…
*Holds breath and waits for bomb to drop*…
