Hey, I'm thrilled anytime a guy wants my number*, but watching him type my name in his phone is routine at this point. It doesn't feel special when I'm just a notch on his Nokia belt.
However--and this might be phase two of my fetishization of all things outdated--I love it when a guy takes the time to write his phone number down on a piece of paper and hands it to me. It's rad to empty my pockets at the end of the night and see his number folded up amongst my loose change and gum wrappers.
And, it's fun to see his handwriting, even if it looks like he wrote his name whilst hiccuping on a trampoline. If it works out between us, then I'll tuck the piece of paper away in my shoebox of memories, where I keep all the rad things that guys have sent me/ mailed me/ made for me over the years. Yup, that slip of paper has the potential to make the shoebox cut; a sweet relic of our early courtship.
I'm getting all glowy just thinking about it.
*To clarify, I'm only thrilled when attractive and available guys do this.