When I was nineteen years old, I walked up to a beautiful young lady and asked for her phone number. I had first seen her about a year before. I was so captivated by her beauty that I decided to approach her if I had another opportunity. I got one. She responded to my request by laughing so hard that I had to laugh too. This was the first time I had ever tried such a thing. I suppose that she picked up on how nervous I was and just could not help it. Once she got ahold of herself, she told me that she didn’t give her phone number to people she didn’t know. I tried to convince myself that this was the real reason for the rejection. Perhaps it was. Rose Royce’s I Wanna Get Next To You (1976) brings all of this back to me. It may just bring something back to you.