There is nothing harder for a guy than to try to make conversation when the woman doesn’t open the door. In my experience, if the man has the nerve to say something, anything, the woman is usually nice enough to say more than two words.
I started to wonder if she’d never been approached by a man in her entire life. But I pressed on, and chatted her up. The more we talked, the more she eased up. Her friend came out of the restroom and made a wide arc around us, smiling like she was happy that I was chatting Miss Burning Woman up.
“Well, I should get going,” she said.
“Can I get your number or email?” I asked.
“Oh, sorry. I have a boyfriend.”
Oh.