I am not a dating expert at all. Don't take this too seriously. I may be only 17, but I have had my fair share of male attention. Take my modelling career as proof that I rarely go a day without being asked for my phone number. (It's the sad truth, beauty buys) So, having been asked out many times, I know what works and what does not. This was the only time I f*cking swooned all over a man, and he wasn't even trying. (Please note, clearly, every girl has different preferences to a certain look, style or personality. I am able to generalise a little, but there is always variation.)
Story time
It was early November, I was shopping with my friends in the city centre. I'd been walking around all day in these beautiful but painful heels and was so done with the stress of shopping. I went to get a cup of tea for myself.
I had almost got back to Harvey Nichols when I heard a hello. I felt a little awkward from the angle he'd intercepted me, since I'd been going the total opposite direction. Much to my embarrassment, I muttered a reply without even looking at him and tried to carry on walking. I had barely set another foot when his hand closed around my elbow, gently, and he introduced himself and greeted me properly by asking me how I was. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, good-looking, he smelled good, he was tall and imposing, the kind that commands the attention of the room. He said 'I just saw you walking past, and I though you looked so stunning and stylish, and I just had to come and talk to you.' (exactly his words)
I was very pleased, bashful and gave my thanks. We talked about what we did, he working in a private equity firm, something I happen to know a lot about. It became very clear that he was very smart and had ambitions. And I like that a lot. Very sexy. Yet, he did not talk about himself to much, not in the nervous, jittery sense, nor the overly-confident, cocky sense. He was simply perfectly in control, and comfortable.
He had very intense eye contact which felt very intimate, and he also paid acute attention to me. He noticed that I was tired standing up, and led me to a railing to lean on. He listened to what I said, we had a lot in common. But when there were moments of silence, it did not feel awkward like it normally does with a stranger. Even though we would be staring at each other, his confidence made it feel natural.
One of the key touching, flirting things that he did was when one of the straps of my bag started to slip off my shoulder, he reached out and dragged it back up my shoulder. *swoon*
He also teased me about my Agent Provacateur bag *wink wink* and took a genuine interest in me. We talked for a very long time. Skiing, travelling, backgrounds, our careers. We ended out conversation when he said he wanted to make me out to dinner, he gave me his phone and I put number in.
What to do
- Initiate conversation, and talk about something important, but not too serious.
- Show that you are paying attention.
- Be confident and flirty, don't be afraid to touch-flirt.
- Ask her for a number when the conversation is at its peak.
- Please shower and smell nice, put some effort in.
- Make sure you represent yourself, let your best qualities show.
- Be chivalrous, if she's got something heavy, take her bag.
- If she doesn't want to give out her number, take it with dignity and confidence and say it's her loss, you never know, she might run after you.
What not to do
- No cheesy pick up lines, won't get you anywhere.
- Don't just march up to a girl and ask for her number, the answer will be no.
- Careful with the touching, too little, no effect, too much, you get slapped.
- Don't loudmouth about something you aren't really certain about. It makes you look dumb and insecure.
- Don't be overly confident. It either translates to big ego and overconfidence, or it translates to insecurity and unsureness.
- Don't stare at each other like this:
Story time continued (if you're really nosy)
Here's the thing. I'm a little old fashioned. I like to go on phone cleanses... where I leave my phone in Switzerland for a month or so and I get by with face time and email. Most people think it's nuts... eh why would I care? And here's the thing, we met in London, soooooo...
I was going on a date with a hot, suave guy! I was gloriously happy and excited for exactly 4 hours. Then I realised that I would not be getting my phone back for a whole month. *nervous laugh. I was disappointed. So 5 weeks later, landed in the airport, powered up my phone, desperate to check my text messages. And... nothing I was so upset, did my mum cancel my contract, did I give him the wrong number?
Another week passed, bringing us up to yesterday, when I was skiing in Sankt Moritz, unknown caller rang me. I think the altitude f*cked with my brain, because it did not occur to me that it was him!
Later in the evening, finally got back from skiing to the hotel, shoving off my boots, when my phone rang again. Picked it up this time, and it was him! But something was seriously wrong with the connection and it was crackly and super loud in the boot room. Call was not working.
Later again I was going to the lobby waiting for the dining hall to open, all glamorous with my hair done in a long black lace gown. There was live music on, and a man very openly staring at me, dressed in white tie.
Three guesses who.
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