getting hit on at a bar: an odd cliche

BYU has been rated the #1 stone-cold sober school for the last 20 years. There's not a big "bar scene" here.

Last night I went to a concert at the closest thing BYU has to a club--"The Wall." My friend's band was playing, so I went to go see him there. I left my pregnant friend at our table, and went to the "bar" counter to get us two glasses of water. 

I'm standing at the counter and I hear a guy saying, "hey. Psst! Hey!" Until I look over and find a young man with his fist holding up his chin, the other hand around his drink (lemonade I think) sitting at the bar, trying to get my attention. 

"Yes...?"

"Can I tell you a secret?"he shout-whispers over the music. 

"Sure"

"You're beautiful" 

I laugh, awkwardly. He was almost charming. certainly bold."Thanks."

(Had I been on my game, I would have said, "That's not a secret!" missed it.)

"Can I tell you another secret?"

"uh... sure?"

"'s not really a secret, it's a question." 

"Ok" He was acting a little drunk frankly. I'm 100% certain he wasn't. Perhaps this pseudo-bar-esque atmosphere just makes people a little weird. 

"How tall are you?"

"5'9". how tall are you?"

how long does it take to fill 2 glasses of water??

"6'1""

"good height" 

"really?" he looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Like that was the most wonderful thing he'd heard all year.

"Hey--you got any sweet plans for the weekend?"

"uh... I dunno" 

"well here!"He whips out a pen, and a napkin, and slides them both across the bar. "give me your number and maybe we can make some."

Shoot. I should've seen that coming. I didn't want to be rude. and I feel like he had the guts to ask, and I'm stuck here waiting for my water... What was the guy doing? getting the oxygen and hydrogen molecules separately to watch the chemical reaction turn to liquid? 

He got a funny little side smile at his  accomplishment in obtaining my number. And I caught a glance at the shirt he was wearing: "You don't need a permit for these guns" with two arrows pointing at his biceps. Classy. 

Finally my waters were handed to me over the counter. 

"I'll see you later" he called as I turned to go back to my table.

When I arrived, my friend, having observed the whole ordeal, was laughing out loud. 

"That was wonderful" She said through giggles.

"Shut up" I said playfully, "the sacrifices I make to bring you water!"

"I'm so glad I'm not still single. Single life is the worst!"

Truth.