If you liked it then you should of given me a ring, innit?!

On the weekend i kissed a boy and to be honest it wasn't that great. He had a torpedo like tongue that was using my tonsils as target practice but i still ended up giving him my number. I didn't really want to give it to him but when i asked my mind to come up with a default number it panicked and hide behind a thin curtain of Mojitos. So i yelled my digits out and he eagerly punched them into his phone.
Now 3 days later and guess what? No word. I think some brave cat managed to get his torpedo like tongue in its clutches.
Lads, here's a heads up. You don't need to take our numbers if you don't want too. Sometimes a snog is, just a snog. A fleeting embrace that's never destined to go beyond a sweaty dancefloor. But as soon as you take a girls number you have taken the relationship past the doors of the overpriced nightclub. Now even though the girl doesn't really like you she will be destined for the next 3 days to be on edge waiting for you to text. Picking her phone up and pushing the keys to make sure the screen still lights up. Getting her phone out as soon as she emerges from the underground. Texting her self to make sure her phone is still working (so i hear).
Yes, just rip the plaster of rejection off right then and there. We will be fine as we have a thick alcoholic amour on that will reassure us that we still look like a white Beyonce. We will fall into the waiting arms of comforting girlfriends then bust out a heart felt rendition of Single Ladies. Now put your hands up, oh, oh, oh. oh, oh...