Ok so we all know I'm the female version of a hound dog currently, no man is safe right?
Well dude from upstairs was in my elevator on the way down to the coffee shop. So I struck up a conversation.
ME: (pressing button already pressed) oh yay, done already duhhhhhh, no one home today
5th floor cutie: Yeah I get you
ME: I now need food
5th floor cutie: that's where I'm going too
ME: didn't feel like left overs today
5th floor cutie: I'm opposed to leftovers
ME: as am I, but I'm the only one around to eat them
5th floor cutie: well, there's always dogs...that's what I do
What have we learned here?
1 - I have absolutely no flirting ability - like, at all
2 - 5th floor cutie is single
3 - 5th floor cutie has a dog, and for me, this is a good thing
4 - I have no idea but I like the number 4
Yeah so there we go, longest conversation that he and I have had like, ever, and well, it was fun.
Until I accused him of jumping the line in the coffee shop. Told "you snooze you lose" and not a word after.
He has the same name as my ex husband, I don't think that's ever a good thing, right?
I still have my little facebook cutie. And unless something changes between now and the 30th of the month, I'm pretty sure our combustible meeting will be a good thing.
One man at a time.
Like I have a choice anyway. Heh.