Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Floor 12 chick

So, I walked into the elevator after the gym and Rite Aid and what walks in the same time as me. The hottest chick I've ever seen. I hit floor 8 (to make sure she knows where I live) and she hits Floor 12. I try to play it cool and not speak but partly because I'm in awe of how gorgeous this chick was. She looked around my age or a little younger which is good. WOW, that's all I can say. This is the first time in NYC where I've been speechless (could've been the combo of a hangover and just coming back from the gym) but I'm usually a cocky asshole who has a smooth operator when needed. I couldn't think of anything to say to her, I should've fucking just said hey, just moved in a couple of months ago. What's your name? I'm trying to meet the people in the building. Something along those lines, just to get her name and know what her deal is in 30 seconds.

We didn't say anything until my floor came and I politely said excuse me as I gazed into her eyes. She looked back at me and gave this flirty giggle. Floor 12 chick, oh I love you. Hopefully, I'll encounter this creature again. She is fucking gorgeous, red lips, dirty blonde, great body, like her fashion sense, and just amazing eyes and once again her lips. If God ever wanted to give me a bday present, I hope it's her.

Which brings me to my main point of this post, why do we meet these amazing people in the elevator and never see them again? I'm sure everyone has had a similar encounter to my elevator story. I live in a decently sized building, 17 floors, about 50 units and 150 people I would say live in my building. 80% are chicks so it's hard for me to think of leaving this building even though I am on M Hill. I don't get why I didn't say anything to her since I knew, this could be my only chance to see her. I don't even know if she's been here for a while or just moved in. The elevator sitch is an amazing dynamic if you think about it. I've heard stories of people meeting their wives/husbands on it or just future ex gf/bf. That little tiny contraption has so many potential stories, it's really amazing.

Can someone comment and give "us" a little story and feedback on one of their many elevator stories.

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