Friday Nights Are HOT In My World!

The only guys who ever look at me are the homeless guys I walk past on the way to the supermarket. They look at me. Then they spit at my feet. I'm kind of used to it at this point.

Tonight when I got in the elevator clutching my sheets and towels on the way down to the laundry room, there was a hot guy already in there. Not drop-dead gorgeous hot, but if you were having a conversation with him, at some point you'd notice his good looks hot.

He said hi.
I said hi back.
Someone else got on the elevator and our witty repartee came to a grinding halt.
We reached the lobby level (where I was NOT getting off, which he knew because he'd seen me press the button for the floor below that one), and the other person got off the elevator.
I stood there clutching my Tide, expecting him to get off the elevator.
He finally politely gestured for me to get off the elevator before him (how sweet - a mensch!) and I in turn looked down at my laundry and then back at him while I tried to formulate words to the thought "I'm not getting off here, but thank you." which apparently, is quite hard for me to do.
He said "Oh yeah...." and made the universal face for "Duh" and walked off.

Friday nights are HOT in my world! not.