I'd like to make a continuation from the sad thread:
In the sad thread I was just musing on if I should ask for the phone number of this cute girl. After summoning up all my guts, I decided to follow Solifuge's advice and just be blunt about it. And hey, it worked! When I asked and she's like "Sure!" and just hands it to me, I have to almost physically restrain myself from appearing awestruck. How does luck like that even work? With surviving my tumultuous car troubles, getting an amazing job out of nowhere, and now this, it's starting to feel like it's only the raw brute force of an unstoppable wave of good luck that is finally pushing my life out of the dismal pit it's resided in for so long.
Back to the matter at hand though, I know that this is just like, the first step (but it's a big first step, I'm so hyped about it!) and that everything went over well. I also gave her my cell phone number, though I'm not sure how prudent that was since it basically never has any service. Also, I was so caught up in the moment of summoning my courage that I forgot something: that with how my job is taking up basically all the time, the very earliest I'd be able to call her, realistically, would be Friday. Is that too long a wait to follow up on something like that? My gut thinks so, but I'm simply not sure... I might be able to drum up a short conversation earlier if I make clever use of my breaks at work, but I hear I should wait a few days before trying to make phone contact.
Maybe I should invest in a phone that can actually text message. She mentioned it, but I'm not sure if my little tracfone is up to it. I said that it wasn't, and I'm sincerely not sure if that's the case, I've never had to text someone before! Like really, I'll have to experiment to see if Tracfones can infact text other people. Oh man, I hope my disdain for texting technology hasn't prematurely killed my chances. Holy shit I have to quickly deduce the exact relevance of texting in the world of social networking and it's role in culture at large.
I'm simultaneously happy about my little success, and dreading that I've done something irreparably stupid that put the entire dialogue on the wrong foot.