The other side of the waiter

After my first excursion to a restaurant with my short hair two months ago, I wrote about being ignored by five waiters.  I had a slightly different experience last night, so in all fairness I thought I'd better write about that.  

I was out for dinner N. and a theater friend at a pub in a suburb.  We had a very chatty 20-something athletic young man as our waiter.  He talked to each of us, but was more attentive to the guys and I thought "same old, same old."  When it came time to pay the check, we were splitting it between two credit cards, so I wrote on the check how to do that.  When he saw the two cards, he asked "Split it evenly?" and I replied, "No... I wrote it out for you on the check."  He looked in the folder and said, "Awww... I was hoping for your phone number!"  and strolled away.  

The guys hooted and friend said, "Double that guy's tip!"  I sat there dumbfounded at the idea that he had just flirted with me!  No one ever flirts with me!  I'm sure it was just one of the waiter's patented lines to butter up the lady customers, but damn... it was definitely better than being ignored!