The barista at my regular sbux keeps thinking my name is Brian, but she caught herself and said (real name). Next thing you know, she has a pen out and is asking me for my number.
N.B. I slightly altered the title from the AO thread, 'cuz I am an open-minded, non-judgmental kinda guy!!!
Straight guy: every gay guy ever!!
So your name is actually “Brain”??
What are we going to do tonight?
For her to get Brian wrong, it’s probably something very unexpected. Like Briana, for a masc jock.
What we do every night.
So, what are the chances that this time, I’m pondering what you’re pondering?
B: Pinky, AYPWIP?
P: I think so, Brain, but if they called them sad meals, kids wouldn’t buy them.
Oh, here are all of them, I think, in a 1999-ish font and web page:
https://monkey.org/~scottij/ponderin.html
who says actuaries don’t have game
She picked up on his signaling of sandals with socks, showing her what’s underneath those shoes. 
actuarial flashing
Actuarial mating call: shoe removal
Some people are into toe cleavage, IYKWIM. 
Never knew that toe cleavage was a thing till I first got married, then when some random woman on a train showed me hers I figured that it was a significant signal.
And thus a new actuary was born
So . . . did you give her that piece of paper with a number on it?
Or did you keep it as a replica of the ears of Souven?
She was putting it on a COVID tracking form, but we all know what was really going on, riiiiiight???
I feel like this counts…
My husband sometimes does inconsequential things like putting on pants, and it definitely feels like an advance.
He’s too damn cute in his jeans today.
I’d think the taking off pants would feel more like an advance than the putting on
how dare you question their kinks. (she meant panties)