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" With apologies to Emeril, today I had one of those &amp;quot;BAM!&amp;quot; moments. I had just gotten on the elevator at work, and as the door was about to close, a man&amp;#039;s voice yelled, &amp;quot;Please! Hold the elevator!&amp;quot; I furiously groped at buttons until I found the right one, pressing it just as the doors were sliding shut.  &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; he said with a heavy exhale. &amp;quot;The elevators in this building take an eternity, and I&amp;#039;m late for a meeting.&amp;quot; I looked up from his slate gray suit and met his eyes. His indigo-blue, thickly lashed eyes, which sat beneath his perfectly-tousled black hair, and above his full lips and chiseled cheekbones. If I could create a man Weird Science-style, he would be it.  I felt my face flush as I realized that, instead of responding, I had been taking a visual tour of his perfect face.  &amp;quot;Oh, no problem,&amp;quot; I said with a nervous laugh. &amp;quot;The elevators do take a really long time.&amp;quot; We both turned our attention forward. As we approached my floor, I couldn&amp;#039;t resist one last peek. He met my eyes and grinned, and his smile made me feel a bit woozy. The doors opened and I tore my eyes away from him and stepped off. &amp;quot;Have a good day,&amp;quot; he said cheerfully as I stepped off the elevator. I felt my face flush again and mumbled a &amp;quot;you too&amp;quot; as I hurried out.  I spent the rest of the day trying to focus on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to the man on the elevator. Does he work here? No. He said he was here for a meeting. Well, he could technically work here and have a meeting in his office. I wonder if the security guard would let me look at the book to see if anyone signed in shortly after 9:00. Maybe the security guard knows who he is. Oh my god, K. You are an INSANE STALKER LADY. Get back to work. Meg sent me an IM late in the afternoon. Apparently Nate missed the part where I told him that my Meg and Tex&amp;#039;s Meg were the same person. Tex mentioned the job to Nate and he was all, &amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#039;s your Meg? K. didn&amp;#039;t tell me that.&amp;quot; So Nate put in a good word and Meg has an interview for Mandy&amp;#039;s job on Tuesday. Once we&amp;#039;d made a plan for some pre-interview prep, I filled Meg in on my lust-filled morning.  aohk: i rode the elevator with the most beautiful man who ever existed, and now I&amp;#039;m ruined for all other men. but I don&amp;#039;t even know his name. help.  megalicious: you should post it on missed connections. aohk: that&amp;#039;s CRAZY. he might work in my building. plus, he probably only dates supermodels.  megalicious: it is crazy. but guys love crazy chicks. they pretend they don&amp;#039;t, but they so do. you&amp;#039;re too short to be a supermodel, so be the crazy chick. it will give you an edge.  aohk: &amp;quot;we rode the elevator today. the second i looked into your eyes, i started planning our future together. please tell me your address so I can climb your fire escape and stare at you through the windows.&amp;quot; like that? megalicious: exactly For the record, I&amp;#039;m not going to post anything on Missed Connections. I&amp;#039;m just going to hope I see him again, someday. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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