Let me tell you

About the first time a girl asked for my phone number. I was 15 years old. It was the summertime and a friend and I went to an Indian Independence celebration. It was pretty boring. All we did was walk around and eyeball people. I noticed a petite girl with a blue shirt on who was walking around with a friend. Now that I think about it, I had a blue shirt on too. She had a pen and paper. She was walking up to groups of guys. I was too far away to hear what the conversation was about, but I knew it was brief. About a half hour later she approached me. The first words out of her mouth were: "what's your number?" I felt shocked. This had never happened to me. Did my hours of singing boy band songs in front of the mirror finally payoff? Was the cheap hair gel I was using finally paying dividends? I replied with: "why do you want my number?" Her friend gave me a dirty look and said:"maybe cuz she wants to holla at you?" I had only heard the word "holla" on MTV. I really did not know the definition. I was reluctant to give out my number. I did not have a cellphone, and was apprehensive to give my house number, but I did anyway. Mostly out of fear. Then she just walked away. I got pretty pissed. So you want my number, but you don't want to talk further? I felt like somebody asked me to take a survey. I felt used. Like a piece of meat. I was emotionally distraught. No I wasn't. I felt pretty good about myself. During the rest of the day I was hoping that the same girl, or any girl, wouldn't ask my friend for his number. If they did then I wouldn't have anything to brag about. I am Baliwala. I'm still oblivious to when girls flirt with me. That is all.