Color me flattered. Well I managed to get my first number as a single person. I guess single is a relative term, while not official, it's close enough at this point to call it single.
I didn't even have to ask for the number. I was getting ready to leave for my christmas trip to Portland. My Mom, Sister and I were waiting for the flight to leave. It was delayed due to the lack of a crew. We were waiting long enough, that we started to get hungry. I got up to get us some food from the news stand. The clerk and I struck up a conversation that lasted several minutes. We talked for quite some time. Eventually I got the idea that I was being picked up on. The clerk wrote down his number. Yup you heard me right. Him. The clerk was a man. Kent. Well I guess its better than nobody noticing, but not necessarily the kind of attention I'm looking for. Let's hope his gaydar is on the fritz. Oh well, maybe next time it will be a girl. I can hope can't I.