There was a time I'd get a number from a girl and feel alive. If especially pretty, I'd write it separately fearing phone loss or theft. I didn't want losing an opportunity. I was careful entering her number correctly, terrified of mistakes preventing contact. I valued the pussy so much before sex that fear consumed me over losing her. I probably showed this neediness during pickup, demonstrating I thought she was a valuable snowflake. Russian women could sense this neediness instantly