I finally get home after a long 11 hour bedraggled day and head up to check on my sister...but not before changing out of my cute work outfit into something that more resembles the uni-bomber...grey sweats 4 sizes too big, a huge black hoodie - hood up to hide my wild hair and stripped skull slippers. The elevator opens ...and to my horror there is the cutest guy alive staring back at me. Great. Now I act like a total weirdo and gasp aloud at his cuteness and slink in trying to hide my face in the huge hoodie. He tries to make small talk but I am hiding like a freak. He ends up getting off on the wrong floor...flustered I got off on the next floor ...which was also the wrong floor for me...just in time to see him come up the stairs to my wrong floor - which was his right floor... We both blush and rush off...on the night Im dressed as the uni-bomber...great. THIS is my horrifying luck with guys...
Posted on: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 05:27:08 +0000
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