I had about the most overwrought Meet Cute imaginable this afternoon on my way back from the gym. I get in the elevator and right as the doors are closing, here comes this gorgeous non-hipster boy with these decidedly non-hipster bangs to die for barreling in and asks me to hit eight. I get off on six and he gets off with me and we make it as far as the end of the elevator lobby before he realizes he's on the wrong floor and has to make a mad dash back. All that was missing was smacking our heads together as we raced to hit the UP button followed by tea and cloyingly precious conversation on the roof and ice packs. Next time.