She wrote my number on her hand and then sweated.
Shee has a cold and is afraid I will think she is a heavy breather.
She broke her glasses and can't see the numbers without them.
She put my number in her jacket, which went to the cleaner, and three weeks later they still haven't found that cocktail napkin.
She did call: my answering machine just didn't record the message (for the first time in five years).
She thought I was going to call her.