So like, today I was chatting up this girl in an elevator.

Chatting up girls has never been one of my strong points. Some people have that natural je-ne-sais-quoi needed to convincingly pull it off without seeming too much like a baffoon.

I, however, do not.

On the occasion that lesser mortals – like you and I – see someone attractive, we usually content ourselves in staring wistfully at the back of their necks while resisting the overwhelming urge to flee. Actually maintaining any sorry excuse for a conversation is way too strenuous.

Anyways, I think I did okay. A+ for effort. B- for relevance of information passed. So sue me, she was an Arts student – a B- is a good fucking conversation.

Okay okay. I take it back. The Arts comment was way outta line. You know I was just kidding.

Suckers.