But, if you must know, she’s about my height, blonde, bright blue eyes, great conversationalist, and puts in as many hours a week on the water as I do. Plus (and this is key) she gave me her number.
Was it her cell phone number? If so, sent her a text, and keep it light and funny. If an exchange ensues, you’ll be able to judge when a voice call will be welcomed. Breaks the ice a bit easier, if you are a bit shy.
She gave you her number, which clearly was her double-secret bass-ackwards way of telling you not to call. Either that, or she and her girfriends are sitting around waiting for you to call, so she can put it on speaker phone and they can all laugh at you.
Call Claire.
Don’t call Claire. You’ve got to ice her like a kicker trying to kick a game-winning field goal. That’s the only way you can let her know you’re a real man.