OKAY. *puts on her presentator voice* So you want to know how to get a guy's phone number? Then you have come to the right adress! 

Well, first of all: This is just a personal story about how I got a guy's phone number during the introduction week of my university last week and a little story about him as well. If you want to read a sappy not-so-much love story of a highschool-university student and her crush, I do recommend reading it ;). 

So during the introduction week we were put into groups according to the study you were going to do, me doing English Culture and Language I was placed in the English group at the language department of the university. That's when I noticed a rather handsome guy in the Asian languages group next to me. He was asian and at first I thought I was a bit biased (me liking asian men more in general) but he was really just plain gorgeous because my whole group actually pointed him out and told me he was cute without me telling them anything. He was quite tall, I believe around 184 (I'm 177, so I may have compared our heights to estimate his) and had this cute short haircut, much like Luhans (exo-m) hairstyle in wolf but then in black, and his face was just flawless. He had this strong jawline, that looked sharp yet soft at the same time, his face was more oval shaped and his eyes- god his eyes. Lets say that any girl would get lost in them.

I saw him for the first time on thuesday and he immediately caught my eye. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a gray shirt and jeans - contouring his broad shoulders just perfectly. So I tried to make eye contact as often and long as possible, but this was quite difficult since my group kept doing their thing and his group kept doing their thing which meant I barely saw him. You see there were 3000 students who entered the introduction week and they were divided into about 278 groups, so finding him wasn't that easy knowing that we were all spread throughout the city. I lost him soon enough that day, only to find him again on wednesday evening (during one of the biggest parties of the week, organised by the university itself) inside the busiest room: It was impossible for me to even get close to him. Believe me, I tried. It.was.impossible. Better luck next time, right?

Wrong. Soon enough it was thursday night time for the pub-crawl! From 8 to 11 we were allowed to drink one beer or fizzy drinks for 1 euro. As we were hopping from bar to bar - laughing, singing and screaming our groups motto to innocent passersby - 11 o'clock came way to soon and one of the girls of my group was going to be picked up soon (I know, early right?) so we decided to go back. But as soon as we left the bar, another group went inside. You may guess who.

Exactly.

He entered the bar with his group.

So extremely irritated/agitated/annoyed I left the bar. I told one girl out of my group - who knew I about me being interested in this guy - that he was there and she and I decided to stay so I could go make conversation with him and she would keep the group from intervering. There was just one thing: The girl who had to leave had left her stuff in my appartment and she had to get it before she went home, which meant I couldn't stay. Just my luck and I had also been the one who had told her she could leave it there. Stupid, stupid, stupid. We only had one day left and who knew if I was going to see him? Maybe he would go home early, maybe he wouldn't go to the same party as I was... I just had no idea whether I was going to see  him or not. So my friend came up with the idea of giving him my phone number. Funny thing here: I did not even hesitate, I did not think, I did not do anything but grab a piece of paper and my eye liner, because there was no pen in sight, and wrote down my phone number and my name with a small heart next to it before I rushed back inside the pub. He was standing at the bar - just receiving three beers he ordered for him and his group - when I tapped on his shoulder. He turned to look straight at me and I guess I panicked because without saying anything but "Here," I handed him the sheet of paper. Because he was carrying three beers in his hands he took the sheet with his teeth. (And may I just say how incredibly hot that was.) And just like that I turned around and left the bar - running after my group who were dumbfounded when I told them why I ran back. 

So anxiously I waited for a response as I walked back. He might just as well do nothing with my number and I wouldn't blame him because I would probably have done the same. But at 23:07 I got a text from a number I didn't know.  With a short message directed to me. "xxxx A." It said. So I quickly answered asking whether or not he went to the finaly party on friday. The response that I got really made my all jittery in side: "What time do you want to meet xxx". 

And that's how the story about how I got a guys number. I don't say that it's the way I had wanted it to go, but hey, it worked. Just to tell you all: you don't know how bad I felt when I left that bar - it really felt like a big accomplishment because I am not the girl to go to guys, I always await until one goes to me (which often doesn't happen). But the moment I got a text was even better. I just want to tell you all, that if you like a guy: just go for it! Don't over think it, just go to him and start a conversation, do not even think about oneliners to talk to him just talk. It's as easy as that. And don't be afraid that he doesn't like you back, because if you show him that you like him it is already a compliment to him that a girl liked him so much that she wanted to go and talk to him. Wouldn't you feel that way too when a guy would walk up to you? Because believe me, guys and girls aren't that different. We're more alike than you think, but they just don't show it that much.

But I should remind you though: handing your phone number to every random passerby you fancy a bit isn't the way I recommend you to take, but hey, it sort of worked out for me: I say just try it out!

Ps.  I'm a really shy girl and for me to have done this, with confidence as I handed him the number, was a really big accomplisment to me. But I believe it really did make me more confident, I don't think twice now when I see a cute on the street but just look at him/smile at him and start a conversation. I'm not really afraid of that anymore, just because I stepped out of my comfort zone and to tell you the truth: I'm really happy about it. :)

Now let's just hope that I get a text again in the future, because my lord - He was  fi-ine~!