How to cold call a date - Lesson 101

*French accent* Hello?
My best english accent* um, my name is Marie, I just found a note saying for a good time call this number ...
...some indecipherable french and the name Mitch...
So is this Mitch?
...another guy comes on the phone, apologises for his French friend that is just learning english ...
sorry to bother you, My name is Marie, I'm calling because I found a note in the bathroom of the bar I'm at, it says for a good time call Mitch ... did I get the right number?
...um yeah this is Mitch.
We chat for a bit and then he says, I'm going off to a club down the road, why don't you meet me there?

How annoying does it get when someone calls and doesn't leave a message? Especially when you don't know who the number belongs to!
Last night a friend of mine recieved a call from someone and didn't know the number, so I called them back to see who it was. And so began the fun...

Turns out this guy and the girl I was going out with knew each other. There was quite a large group of us heading out and once we made it to our destination I recieved a call, the guy was two people ahead of us in the line up to get in ... I slinked away and said I would come down to the club asap since he was there.

About 30 seconds later I was there, introducing myself to my group of friends who were conviniently at the back of the queue as Marie, the English Backpacker. I missed the look on his face, but apparently it was a kodak moment, the eyes lit up and he swung around and his jaw dropped when he saw the red headed english bombshell...

The night progressed inside, although being a noisy club and the two of us being complete strangers, we decided to go somewhere quiet, I found a nice area in the bar we were in to sit and chat over a few drinks, and also make a few friends. Turns out we'd crashed a private birthday party. I soon made friends with the birthday boys friends and posed for their happy snaps.

We decided to go back to the main club and rejoin the party. Missed out on cake, but that wasn't going to spoil the night. We met up with our mutual friends and I re-introduced myself for anyone who had forgotten the game plan... As all the girls were staying at my place they offered a spare bed to us, as they lived closer to the city than he did. He declined and I wondered if it would be possible to take him home without him bumping any of the girls.

We managed to make it home and watched tv and talked in the privacy of my room until the early hours of the morning when he went to work. Thankfully missing the entourage of the others staying in various rooms of our house and him recognising any of his friends.