There was a girl I met during forsh week. She was a gorgeous dark haired history major, and best of all, she flirted with me. I kept running into her; she lives in my building. I see her all the time: in the elevator, waiting for the elevator, in the lobby...I don't think she even knows who I am. I didn't realise she was drunk at the time we met.
Just tonight I saw her again.
I was longboarding around my floor as I do the night before almost every exam...and there she was...on my floor. I've never seen her on my floor before. There she was; waiting for the elevator. I decided this was my chance. My chance to ask her if she remembers me. So I casually skate up, and just as I'm going to speak the elevator door opens. She looks at me, smiles and says:
I laughed and explained I wasn't going down. She smiled once again as the elevator door closed on my chance.
Never could my timing be more imperfect.