You asked for my number... it was wrong!

You had a guy friend you were talking to. You: Mousey cute girl with perfect face, beautiful voice, and shortish black hair. Me: slobbish cook with a brown leather jacket and light button-up, goatee, and unkempt hair. I approached (half-cut) and gave you some beers for the long journey, guy turned out to have no romantic connection to you and I still froze and forgot to ask your number. Then you asked for mine and I felt butterflies for the first time since high school. You said you worked at a hotel downtown and your name. Don't make me search all of them for a "Lindsay". I've checked too many and I feel stalkerish. I am the stupidest man alive for drawing a blank on MY OWN NUMBER but that is how hot you are. If you reply I promise to stop stalking hotel lobbies. PROMISE!!