Just Because

The elevators in the building where I work are… touchy. Sometimes they decide they are going to go up and instead of down or if I want to get off on my floor (26) it will decide that I really didn’t mean to do that. So I am weary of these possessed elevators. And when someone stops the elevator doors from closing 5 inches before they are about to close, I think, “This is bad elevator karma waiting to happen.”

BUT (Oh and what a BUT this is), a fine brother walks in and apologizes because he hadn’t known anyone was in the elevator. And I think, “Not a problem” in that “I want to eat you for dessert” looking him up and down kind of voice.

But what I actually say is, “Oh, that’s fine.” Then I proceed to try and be funny by saying, “I’ve done that too.” Then I made some caricature attempt of looking like I’m trying to catch an elevator. And I had the man in stitches. He was laughing up a storm with (ok, at) me. But did I once offer a name? Did I once ask his? Was I even a little bit forward? Did I look at his ring finger? NO. Because I’m an idiot. Because I forget that I’m no longer in college anymore and I might never run into this guy again. And granted, this guy might be a tool. I mean, I’m not that funny. But still, hotness without asking for its number?

So I need to learn how to flirt again in a non-work, non-school environment. After I’ve learned flirting, we can move on to dating. But that might take a while.