I recommended the shop that I go to, and then we just kept talking.” After he responds (depending on his response), then you can pick up the conversation normally with no other purpose than simply to talk to him. The worst thing that could happen would be for him to simply ignore your request. “If I meet a cute guy at a party, I’ll friend him on Facebook the next day,” Rebecca says.After the party, you sifted through the host’s Facebook friends trying to find him. You don’t have to worry about this action meaning anything, and you don’t have to re-read the text 10 times before you send it. And with that click, you’re simultaneously reminding him of your name, face and, if you do it soon enough, when you met him.She saw you two flirting it up, and she lived on his floor last year in the dorms. “My friend Sarah had just met my friend Blake from [her school], but they didn’t exchange numbers,” she says.
In either case, you were left with a reason to contact him… And, in the immortal words of Gigi from , “How stupid is it that a gal has to wait for a guy’s call anyway, right? And while it may seem like you’re totally reverting back to the AIM days of seventh grade, would you rather never speak to him again or message him on the old FB Rebecca, a junior at the University of Mississippi, has had no trouble using Facebook to talk to guys she’s met at parties.
Situation #3: You got his name, but you didn’t exchange numbers AND you’re not Facebook friends Some might say this is the end of the line.
You had a good night, but trying to contact him now would just be futile. While this may take a little more elbow grease, if you really hit it off, it can be done in two simple steps: Enlist the help of one of your friends. Lauren, a junior at the University of Kansas, was the go-between friend in this situation.
” This sense of purpose in your text makes your message clear, not creepy.
You’re just talking about Thai food and avoiding the non-issue of how you got his number.
You have no trouble talking to him at the party about your mutual love for Imagine Dragons where the lights are dim and the music’s bumping…